Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

SWOON nothing has made me happier to hear

she did not decline.

she drifted through motions and he remained steadfast in his own. bartholomew found her much like the ocean that surrounded them, in this moment. she seemed to ebb and flow like the tide, pulling in before she pulled away some.

he found he did not hate this.

for now, it seems. he had not given much thought beyond himself and heda. perhaps when we both are ready, we will accept visitors?

a small, toothy grin that would last only for a second or two.