Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

bartholomew took to the telling. heda, who had been intending to trot down the coastline, now tucked closer and kept her gait trained to his. if he walked she would follow and if he did not, she too would heed this, despite the urging of her own mind.
the protagonist was a man of god. like you, heda thought. slowly she was acclimating to this unknown upon which her mentor constantly called, though she was unsure that god himself had ever talked to her.
"what did they do?" she asked, her red-backed ears sweeping forward. "if he was a man of god, then he was a good man. why did they want him to fail?"