Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

There were plenty of implications behind his last two words. If Heda took any notice, she didn’t say anything. Nor did Caracal. He was happy to just let them sit here and enjoy the easy flow of their friendship. On that note, he gently and smilingly shook her loose, then leaned back to drape his arm around her svelte shoulders, because it felt natural.

When I was talking to my grandma, he replied, gazing at the sea. I caught myself thinking of the island as home. And realized I don’t want to stay anywhere else. I figure I’ll still go on lil’ trips sometimes but I’ll come back here. Speaking of trips, I also told her and Mireille to stop by sometime. So I gotta stick around for that, right?