Wheeling Gull Isle the protectorate of seelholm

The air was heavy inside the cave - warm compared to the icy outside temperatures, and laden with salt and thin ocean mist. Where they stood, the ground was merely slick with moisture, the surface smooth and scaled over with white mineral deposits. Up ahead, though, Moorhen could see the ground turn blue and misty. Still water - except, no. It was lapping, ever so gently, against the limescale shore. How deep it was would determine how long their little foray would be - but that blue glow was coming from slightly deeper in the cave, and Moorhen found herself wanting to see just what it was.

"Warm," she said to her companion, marvelling somewhat at this revellation. She and Fen had slept in an earthen den, and it had rarely seemed warmer than the outside world. Here - although Moorhen could still see her breath - it seemed almost balmy.