Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

her ears wilted; she had wanted the distraction of a storm. maybe even the exhilaration of it, of running headlong down wet stone and wet grass to find a shelter.
this place was vast. feral. huge. and yet heda feared she could conquer it quickly, and thereby come to boredom again.
she was beginning to decipher his looks, and dropped her eyes away shame-faced. "well. should we find that uh, permanent place?" heda urged, shaking out her ruff again in an agitated way.