Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

heda thought on this a long moment, then gestured toward the mainland. "there's a forest not far from the landbridge. i'd seek bartholomew and we would relocate there to wait for others."
there. had she passed tybault's odd test now? heda studied him. he was not ugly, standing in tones of gold and earth and white, and taller than her besides. he was a man in all ways and while her blood stirred, she was not yet experienced enough to understand that a scant time of two months prevented her from true comprehension. "where did you come from, tybault?" she chose to ask, steering the conversation away from herself.