Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

when bartholomew set off, heda followed. her eyes were attentive to all she saw. but when they began their descent beneath the earth, she started.
perhaps he would see it for what it was: a subtle balk, and for reasons even she could not understand. sheepish and defiant against her own mind, heda stepped down before worry had a chance to shine from his eyes, and slipped past him into the blue depth.
"you lived down here?"