oh no she had hurt her, ”a-are you okay?” Islay asked, her words coming out in a rush as she spoke, when she heard her story all Islay could do was smile. ”my aunts,” she smiled softly as she thought of the family she had only just met.

Islay wanted to help her find the carving, ”do you need help finding it – I could shed some light?” she offered with a kind smile. ”oh…me? I’m, good – I’ve been looking for a place to try and paint this year other than the art room that is.” she liked being in the outside painting – it made things feel just, right.