Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

bartholomew's question caught her by surprise. she stood thoughtful and silhouetted, an idol of youth against the sealit sky.
"i've been gone almost three weeks. another guy i knew he, ah, dispersed. he took off too. i imagine they think we left together."
why hadn't they?
she suddenly missed the summit with a searing ferocity that ebbed reluctantly. "so i don't know." her golden eyes were on him again. you choose.