Wheeling Gull Isle September

their touch is fleeting — but the impression everlasting. a new emotion branded itself within the folds of her heart for judah — perhaps the only harbourling to show a moment of vulnerability towards the darklings. 

as he pulled away he spoke of mom, of god’s voice, and of prayer. ava felt a wretch in god’s eyes, but she knew god was important to her family — perhaps she could change the fact she was born outside of god’s light, if she did everything mom and judah said. 

her eyes sparked with doeful interest. as he bent his head in silent prayer her mind wandered; she would have been touched to know his words. 

ava amara tried her own hand at silent invocation:
dear God above i cannot hear;
bless mummy and daddy, bless the animals, bless psalm —
i hope she eats as many flowers as her heart desires 
bless my siblings, and Judah too
the only one to see light in me where darkness prevails
may we all do right and good and no harm befall us,
Amen

when she looked up Judah’s eyes were upon her. she smiled, though felt her words sank like a stone on an otherwise faceless and immovable sea. 

would He hear?