Wheeling Gull Isle Still you give yourself away

Maybe @Dinah, @Simeon or @Malakai?” Going to keep things vague since my previous thread on the Isle has stalled. Anyone on the Island is welcome. Other tags are for reference.

John hadn't been on the island long, and he didn’t plan on staying here, as much as he loved the crumbled island temple that was once Sweetharbor. The memories it brought back, some touchy, others joyful. That night, he found a place to rest, and he bedded down surrounded by the sea grass, the cool ocean breeze tickling his ears, the waves crashing on the sandy shore. 

When he slept, he dreamed, almost recollecting what had happened on his journey. He saw the face of @Boris, the quiet young man, @Esma, their conversation about religion, and last, the lovely, yet pale face of @Heda, when he said goodbye. To him, she was an angel, her dreamy figure brought a smile to his sleeping face.

Soon, he woke up to the call of seagulls, the gentle first rays of the sun, warming the earth. He stood, stretched his body and put his nose to the wind. There were more scents, familiar ones, so he set out that morning to find them.