Wheeling Gull Isle finrona

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yes. there was someone else here now. heda too had found jasmine's trails. she had watched from the highest point of the greenhills as bartholomew greeted the wolf.
but she had thought them only a guest, and had been too wrapped in her mind to give it another thought. it seemed the first of them had become a mental door holding the others at bay. and as heda turned her head to glance at the stranger, that door creaked open.
first there was a great and piercing spike of anger at bartholomew. it was just supposed to be them! that's what he'd said. why had he let this other person onto the island? onto their island, her mind bitterly amended. 
this was followed by guilt and then chagrin, amid which the ugly ideation of her abandonment issues raised its virulent head. suppose because she hadn't fully committed to the island, bartholomew had replaced her? after all, she'd told him she needed to go back to the summit and say goodbye. 
too long she had just been looking at the other girl. how pretty the stranger was did nothing for her mood. heda blinked, cleared her throat. "sorry. sorry, that's ... weird of me," she said, trying to indicate everything was fine with self-deprecation. "i'm heda."