Wheeling Gull Isle rankova

in the greenhills, the young advisor stood and watched the swells around the island. only a handful of those with faith remained.
but heda could not fault miseria her fear, nor mojag his want for his mother. the dark woman would move on. 
and yet she felt the wildness of the island embrace her, rooting her as no home before had ever done. 
softly she called for @Bartholomew, for by his word and his choice would heda stand by if he too wanted to remain.