Wheeling Gull Isle angel band

also just a little cameo!

His parents gave freedom to explore the island, and Simeon gravitated to the faces who wandered about.

@Manea, who stood as a cold white willow, eyes deep as the midnight sky. Her smiles were rare but he tried to draw them from her. Knew there must be warmth inside, and light. He would find them both.

@Everett, who filled the island with quiet songs like the ones mama sang. But his voice was laden with the sadness of his eyes — a sadness, still, that seemed to lift little by little every day he lived under God’s kind care.

@Vesper, who walked the Isle in the shadows of night, and who had found Simeon when he had snuck away past the time he knew he should have been out. Diligent, a mystery still. He sat at the den mouth sometimes when he should have been asleep to watch for her.

He loved the island for many things, but while he was drawn by the waves, the wind, the wild beauty God had given them, he was drawn all the more by the strangers and faces He had drawn, for some purpose, to them.