Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

he listened and watched.

noted how she did not comment on the island's beauty, but instead wished for knowledge about it instead. at least, he thought, there was a glimmer of some appreciation on her face. perhaps her soured heart was too fearful to be softened by the beauty of God's work.

it does not have a name yet. i did not think one man needed to name a whole island. he told her truthful. do you have one in mind, heda?

gold eyes fixed to her face.