Wheeling Gull Isle ≡ Invitations

John had settled easily back into his, hopefully short, stay on the island. He would need to know what the Judah and Simeon wanted to do before he would leave for Rivenwood. 

He had set out that morning to gather lavender that he would take back home, when a scent drifted on the wind. A stranger, and a female stranger at that.
He cantered toward the scent, until it grew stronger, and a pale figure was idle hanging around a pond. She is thin, someone in need perhaps. He approaches gently, his eyes soft, his voice calming. “Good morning. What brings you here, to the isle? Are you in need of shelter, food?”