Wheeling Gull Isle healed

landwirtschaft.

the word was lost upon him, but she quickly clarified. farming. there was no reason for him to not farm, he was a man of tending. caring. it surely would not be hard to care for the earth as he did the creatures all around him.

he may have responded, had her look not pierced him. a summon of the words that lived in the back of his brain.

sweetharbor has grown quickly these last few weeks. it was not his first time observing the growth of the island. yet somehow it felt stronger now. more pronounced in the bustling bodies that made homes upon the isle.

does it feel like a home?

some part of him still feared her leaving, deciding it was all too much.

perhaps it showed in the softening of his gaze.