Wheeling Gull Isle Blue Tides

heda was happy these days. when she was not hunting or singing, she was with bartholomew, eagerly soaking up his teachings.
she wanted to make a present for him soon, something to show sweetharbor's gratitude for his shepherding.
when ensio called to her, heda slowly straightened. she put away the feathers she had been arranging and descended the greenhills, watching as the small shape of the boy became larger and larger.
she had changed. he had too. heda smiled gently, inviting him to speak.