Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

the flower broke softly across the bridge of her nose. she laughed and pawed another stem toward him. 
she was at once self-conscious, for it had been aong, long time she she moved with such abandon around anyone else. heda could not very well remember playing or the point of it.
she sank down to one shoulder, and looked out across his chest toward the ocean again. "do you ever spar, bartholomew?" heda asked without conviction, unable to look at him as she mumbled his name.
she wanted to run, not just from him but this god he served. maybe that was who had followed him to this island.