Wheeling Gull Isle stomklad

bartholomew did not think kindly of the idea. he was not a stern man. but she had known him long enough to see the determination in his expressions. he lived for truth. 
and yet heda could not relinquish the idea of teeth bared toward the shadows which threatened god's home. and though she had never heard the word paladin it might have aligned.
her heart raced. she dipped her head to consider what bartholomew said with a nod. "yeah. look at this place. it's not made for that." heda's golden eyes swept the perimeter of their home with the intensity of a young hawk.
she looked back toward him with a little smile.