Wheeling Gull Isle sadgeda

She, too, had crested the green hills, only for nothing as lofty as Bartholomew’s thoughts. She merely sought out an afternoon hunt, when she had grown distracted by a great splashing in the water. Jasmine had watched the scene through squinted eyes, and soon enough found this futile. Whatever was down there was too far for her to see, which really left only one thing for her to do.

Bartholomew was already there by the time Jasmine arrived - and did her eyes widen at the sight of Heda, and a monster of the deep.

A fish? she shouted over the din of the waves, no way man, that’s a freakin’ whale!

She laughed and splashed forward to try and help, girl, look at you go! Jasmine knew she was no fisher, but she was no quitter, either, and the girl jumped in opposite her friend to help wrestle down the beast.