Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

this time she laughed. it was a small sound and more than a little hollow. "i've never been here. you have."
on impulse she leapt onto an outcropping of rock above them both. heda faced into the sea air and inhaled. the scent of lavender was heavily laced here, though she did not know the name for that flower. "show me your favorite things," heda said, seconds before an ungainly descent that dropped her into a heap.