Wheeling Gull Isle perdition

fresh lavender and fish, tucked between his jaws.

he felt like some sort of doctor in this way. going about, tending to those of the island. most were taken care of once they settled. some required...an extra touch. more attention and support.

it was with this in mind that he cut a path along the island in search of @Perdition that evening.

he was not a true doctor, unable to mend the man's physical ailments. some part of him wondered if he should go in search of one! to his knowledge none along the isle played such a role.