Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

heda touched the ancient pillars of the place. she dared to peer deeper into the shadows. bartholomew's seeming unwillingness to go further or even return piqued her interest. she made a mental note to come back alone.
"i'm really not used to anything else besides mountains." or their features. heda kicked a rock down into the cavern, ears straining to hear the click of its drop.
she looked back at him, diligent and somber. "did something happen down there?"