Wheeling Gull Isle taught me how to build a fire and to spread the word

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I think so, Dinah chirps. In truth, she'd never really considered it — if she ate it while injured or sick, would it hurt her or help her? Decidedly, she did not want to find out the hard way.
Dinah continues her tour of the island; from the thicket to the shoreline, to the tidepools and over to Psalm, who she greets with a soft tap to verdant shell. To the lavender field, where the bite of mid-autumn is heavy, and to the greenhills — she points out everything she recognizes along the way. Ragweed, asters, lupines, all now disappointingly wilted and frozen, but luckily, she kept a few in her family's den where no one else could find them. And to Seal she bestows them to, with an offer to keep them and take them back to Moonspear; to show her family there the life of the isle, the life that God created.
But she doesn't mention that last part, and even she is not quite sure why.