Wheeling Gull Isle His eye is on the sparrow

His face breaks when they greet him - a smile and a laugh. Soft, foreign, but joyful. Right. Everett beckons the two who jump at him into his arms and graces them with a kiss of his nose against each of their heads. He notices the reactions of the others -- how Judah and Malakai press together, how Dinah stills behind Heda's back, how one of the youngest seems to ignore the rest.

Names are no solution, but he prayed they would help. Help knit the family together again, with the new additions God sought to weave into their patchwork.

Without words, Heda beckoned him to speak, and he would draw them towards himself one by one, if they let him.

The dark little daughter first. Ava Amara, he spoke over the child, and blessed her with a laugh, another kiss and a soft prayer for her life. To the patchwork son within his arms, Abel Elam, and he offered him the same. They were the ones he had feared for most - and he never stopped thanking God for how He had already helped them.

He turned to the other daughter next - the quiet one, who lingered far from the older pups, Ana Tema, and he prayed that in time, the Lord would heal her, as He did her siblings. And to the last, who turned their face away to stare into the shadows, Tzedeq Zerach, and he prayed that they might turn their eyes to heaven, and one day, understand the light.

He prayed they all might know the Lord, that they all might love each other, as they grew and lived under the guidance of Sweetharbour, under the Lamb who led them.

Everett looked to Heda to see what she might say, if she had any objections, if she thought any name ill-fitting. They would carry them for their lives, after all: Ava, Abel, Ana, and Tzedeq.

sorry this took so very long! ^^; be named! <3