Wheeling Gull Isle A measure of memory

the arrival of this one was not shrouded in mystery.

thresher, another who once knew this isle to be home. he listened with the attentiveness of a star student. even as she seemingly felt the need to sell herself to him further.

he laughed, but it was a warm and delighted sound.

i would have welcomed you, fisher or no. sweetharbor is a safe haven, built upon my religion, but open to all. he tilted his head softly. an invite for her to come with if she so wished. i would like to learn from you. if that's agreeable with you?