Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

heda ducked her head with a grin, her own tail returning the gesture. "it's a long way from here, but it's pretty. i wish — i wish i could have loved it. fallen in love with it. made it my home." regret tinged her words but she wanted there to be no crying today; commanded it of herself.
bartholomew had said here he was a different man. here a part of him lived. and she still didn't know if he meant that piece of himself resided in the shadows ahead, or on the island itself.
"you said you 'desperately wished to hide from god,' once."
there was little light in this passage. she tried to make her voice larger in the space.
"was this where you hid?"