Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

heda unfurled from him. she forced her eyes away from the sandbar and back to the island itself. the very land seemed to gleam. birds she had never before seen swept overhead she and he, and then headed out to sea.
she couldn't find a smile, not yet, but her face softened somewhat, into a wonderment that heda had not felt in a long while. "you said you lived here?" saying his name felt intimate, too much so. she chose to trot at the edge of their sentences. "what's it called?"