Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

she stuck close now and he set off at a casual pace. no longer in a rush to get anywhere when they had finally arrived here.

he knew exactly where he planned to lead them too, but there were things to see along the way.

like the field of lavender flowers that he had not witnessed in the earliest of spring. this would not be where he stopped, but he certainly slowed, content to let her romp through them if she truly did wish.

there was relaxation to be found all over the island and he would not deprive the young hunter of that.