Between Westmoreland's west coat and Atlantis was this orca.
The deer looked relaxed - no hunters feeding them mushrooms, then taking fur...or the occasional potshot. (You know who you are, hunters!)
On the other island, Miss Urqhart has her residence, which includes an ivied gazebo. The scorch mark on the lawn from the airship's takeoff will eventually go away as the grass returns.
On the swing in the gazebo:
The Urqhart estate:
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