Wheeling Gull Isle stomklad

when heda turned, it was to see the man of god, standing and streaming in the downpour. "so do you," heda answered evenly, lips twitching as rivulets of rain ran across them. 
she had not seen the woman since he had brought her. heda wished she could forget that, or at least figure out why it affected her so badly.
"i was going to find birds. they won't be flying now, so their nests are free game." heda cocked her head. "want to come?"