Wheeling Gull Isle sacrament

he slowed as he entered the space beneath the arch.

the waves lapped against the part of the stone in the water. here was peace and shelter. the things he had built sweetharbor off of.

his body turned, so that he may face her now. space still kept between them. he respected that most about her.

his gaze was vibrant, brilliant, as he looked upon her now. searching for her approval in one way or another. still he ignored how much such a thing mattered to him.