Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

heda shook her head a little. "i won't either." she had no interest in reopening old wounds. she had healed them. she had moved on. she sighed a bit and then her expression filled with light again. "i think if any place could make anyone feel better, it's here. and i'm not trying to convince you, caracal," she joked a bit. "but i really do mean it."
the girl meandered back up between the sparse pines dotting the base of the greenhills. "he's down there," she said of a slender shadow moving along the edge of the great boulders. heda looked at caracal. "if you can't sleep, i'm usually all the way at the very top," she said of the highest island ridges.