Wheeling Gull Isle chichplei

every step he'd try and steal a glance. sun no longer embraced her quite so reverently, but slavuj found miss heda all the more angelic. 

( on either shoulder of his she could perch, ivory and gemstone beauty, and both sin and virtue from her lips would sway him equally! )

and when she spoke of this friend, this god-loving he, how such an inner light shone trough her! beneath the veil the komondor softened, near tearful with admiration for how she admired another.

"ah, ai vould liek tchu meet dis singer." he hummed, sincere.

slavuj's eyes then saw what the hills rolled down to - the shore he landed on what must be eons ago. he knew soon, the hospitality for a vagrant would be spent, and with great intensity he turned to miss heda anew.

"mis, if dere is anything yeau - swit-arbor - need," wind pulled his tassels away; her eyes were only on her. "tchell mi. ai aem sing'r, bat ai ken fish, ken hunt gull aend find muss'l."

had they hands, he would've clasped his about hers.

"ai vould liek nothing more then hear dis choir again." slavuj grinned.