Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

her legs trembled when she saw the field upon field of lavender flowers. heda stopped deadaway in her tracks, pale muzzle suddenly questing. yearning.
she stepped out into the meadow, first at a walk then at a canter. the iota stopped to nip petals from their stalks and toss them into the air. she moved faster and faster, until she was galloping back around toward bartholomew. "aren't you coming?" heda cried, windblown and bewildered.