Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

in the depths of bartholomew's gilded eyes, heda sensed — something. felt it move behind the man's gaze like an angel's whisper.
"we are a place first of peace, then of gospel. we bring those here who need to be fed and healed, who need a place of safety and no expectations. and, if they're willing to listen, we tell them about god, and how his creation is our paradise."
she spoke with love and resolution, feeling each word spill from somewhere deep inside her soul. "sweetharbor favours hunters, actually," she said, a bit less casually and with a swing of her tail.