Wheeling Gull Isle A measure of memory

he was charmed by this as much as he respected it.

we will tell the others. so that they may all know of this grand Mother Tree, and thank God for placing her upon their isle. he knew that multiple new things to be grateful for today had come to the island.

the next word she spoke was not entirely unfamiliar and yet —

ah, the...cave? it is not a place of joy for us, unfortunately. we have named it the lion's den.

his voice remained soft. prepared to discuss this further. especially if her history was a different one with the cave.