Wheeling Gull Isle A measure of memory

he encouraged her trying. seeing no such shame. he knew his name was odd, a mouthful compared to most. he was willing to guide her had she not succeeded herself.

a bright and shining star she was. blessed were they to have her return to the island.

now he listened to her teaching. how she discussed the sky. its colors, its pressure! already he knew he would have much to learn from her. he cherished her presence almost as much as all others of sweetharbor.

she engaged in a run and he thought of the sylph he had set his eyes upon. but this was not the same. not at all!

so he took it for what it was.

and began to bound on willowy limbs, prepared to take the paths that had become softly worn into the hills.