Wheeling Gull Isle Floating on the water to show me your softer side

!! <3

If he had still been in the lavender field, he would have seen her coming. But insrwad Everett found himself in the small strath of woodlands, hunting. He had fallen asleep with a troubled heart, but had risen with a stillness and indescribable peace. For the first time in many days, he did not linger on thoughts of Reverie beyond the prayer he offered for her, Blossom, and Lestan at his waking.

He did not forget her, but he would move on --

And then, his name. Her voice.

He was dreaming, he must be! But then, why was he racing out to break into the daylight, leaping over stone and sand until he reached that stretch of beach that connected shore to shore? She was an apparition before him who did not disappear.

Real.

Living.

Reverie! he called out, and his sorrow fizzled away with the punch of a laugh. Unreserved in ecstasy, feeling freely, and letting it be known. So unlike the broken man who had left the Gilded Sea.