Wheeling Gull Isle finrona

maybe @Jasmine? :o

heda had kept mostly to herself since she had seen him again. them. the dreadfather. not worripa. not her brother.
she was on the western side of the island, returning from a half-hearted hunting trip during which she had caught nothing. the lavender stalks reached halfway up her trailing legs, and when she paused to look out toward the twilight sea, the smell of it rose to her from where it had been crushed. a breeze toyed with her hackles. heda drew a shuddering breath.
her throat felt raw from crying. 
her golden eyes swam with pain.