Wheeling Gull Isle blessed home

"so it's true!"

this was not the voice of heda but of — jasmine, he offered warmly. welcoming her presence and the lively air she carried with her. a breath of fresh air for all the salty breezes on the island.

it was strange. have you ever been to the hinterlands? the land changes almost every time you turn. sometimes stony, sometimes swampy. his head shook with mild disbelief. finding it hard to grasp how he had even survived the journey!

he could recount the whole thing to her, if she so wished.

he only knew it was good to be home.