Wheeling Gull Isle September

God heard. He and Ava were the evidence that morning, and he knew they would be in those days to follow. He used to turn to crying when came the fear, a guaranteed disruption to draw circles of attention from his parents and older siblings. He no longer needs tears. Now, as they sit along the shore, he can feel the peaceful invisible kingdom, not unlike the sands of Sweetharbor, who’s wind is always blowing in the direction of home.

It is to be never alone.
Maybe one day this can be his lesson for Ava, the thing he is meant to teach her. 

For now he reels backwards and beckons her with a bark, dread allayed and excitement renewed in their future plans.