Wheeling Gull Isle I didn't drown; I couldn't seem to die

tired, yet sleep did not find him yet.

the air churned with the coming storm and he found himself checking in around the isle. assuring everyone was prepared for the brief storm that may roll over.

although on his way to check in on young mo, a howl rolled over the isle.

so her path turned and cut, out through the greenhills down towards the connector.

and here was a young pale mark against the isle. ghostly. yet he regarded them with warmth all the same.

has the storm sent you our way?