Wheeling Gull Isle peace offerings

another woman.

she seemed much the same as heda though, in age. and that was around where the similarities ended. this strange was a drenched raven from the sea, small and lean.

he mumbled the last of his morning prayers, sucked in the floral air and descended down to the shoreline. he figured if she had chosen to swim he might have some time — and there was hardly any need to bombard her.

there he would greet her with a warm smile, whenever she found herself on their sandy shores.