Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

he watched her.

calm, soothed. peace found his heart. the young hunter was bathed in God's beauty and bartholomew hoped that she found healing.

her cry caused him to smile. he stretched tentatively and then set off a lope, hoping to give her a chase. if she wished to be a training hunter, then certainly she would be willing to work on her pace.

he would keep them in the flower field a while longer.