Wheeling Gull Isle dawning

@Heda @Jasmine @Miseria @Mojag @a corpse
sweetharbor is live! to keep this short and sweet, I'm only expecting a single reply from each <3

morning prayers had become tradition.

yet it was the evening he prayed in tonight. the stars vibrant overhead. the soft lapping of the sea not far from where he sat at psalm's point. the world seemed calm tonight.

eerily comforted by the fact they were sheltered and far away from land. untouchable nearly, but not unseen.

God looked upon them tonight. wrapped them in warmth and protection.

he remembered mo asking him of songs and singing here, just a day or two before. he remembered telling stories to heda. he remembered the fiery arrival of spunky jasmine, a lively face. he remembered inviting miseria to morning prayers. and lastly he remembered the woman in the cave, astray but cared for all the same.

all of this a reflection upon himself.

upon the isle.

sweetharbor.

tonight he would sing. for them, for God. it would not be of words but a howling song. long, deep notes. a song of protection and love. a promise to tend to them and the isle they lived upon.

his voice invited them to join.