Wheeling Gull Isle fayaslais

it was not the rain that woke her, it was the remembered sound of druid retching.
it woke her. she was spurred awake and sweating and gasping, for in her mind she was still within that cavern in the glacier. she looked around frantically for lane, but the woman was not here.
she was not in atautsikut.
heda bit her the inside of her jaw and clambered out into the grass, seeking the peak of the hill. rain fell, but heda only ran faster, illuminated by the lightning forking across a sea-sky during this early and odd morning. "oh, druid, i'm sorry," she mumbled under her breath, and then louder, casting her words out over the ocean: "i'm sorry!"
if she was lucky, @Bartholomew would not hear her over the din.