Wheeling Gull Isle Cloaks of Mist

it was a young man who called for him today.

not the growing boy known as mo, nor the grown man perdition. this was a new voice to sweetharbor. one that had been brought forth by heda.

when he approached — parting the flowers with willowy limbs — it was with warmth and grace.

blessed day, he started with before he settled near the other. it is always good to see new faces join the isle.

let me know if @a corpse is just watching or if I need to edit for interaction <3