Wheeling Gull Isle sadgeda

first bartholomew's voice rose encouragingly, and then jasmine was rushing down the slopes to help. together they held tightly to the fish, which thrashed out its last and eventually expired among the shallows.
"thank god," heda said with a true tilt of her head skyward, perhaps as she had seen her mentor do in times past. 
she looked with radiance at jasmine, then back toward bartholomew. "it's huge. we should eat for days!" maybe even weeks.
there was a deep sense of fellowship in heda.