Wheeling Gull Isle His eye is on the sparrow

getting this into my threadlog. please skip me, but i may butt back into the post order at some point.

the boy did not yet know the face of GOD but he knew the face of his savior. any time everett walked into the den, he was met with a barrage of fervent kisses, an intensity reserved only for him. the sister's tail deterred him for only a moment before he set his approach to the man's other side.

today arrived with a gift, a name in everett's chest to be bestowed upon him and only him. soon the boy would be formalized as everett's own, a child of GOD.