Wheeling Gull Isle sentin

The energy Mojag once carried with him was no longer so accessible, yet he could see it in other places: how often Bartholomew ventured boldly to the mainland, or Heda danced in the grass.

He watched her with some envy, and moved to intercept her, only - and this was sudden - he shied at the last second and slowed, turning his attention to a scent or a sound, as if she had not been the target after all.

Mo thought of many things. A part of him thought that answers lay within himself or Sweetharbour - and perhaps Heda could help him, if he could ask for it. But at the same time he was surprisingly reticent; shy when before he had been so lively.