Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

heda grinned but her heart felt like it was spiraling out over the ocean.
did she want to go to the mainland? she went there to hunt, and often to gather souls to sweetharbor. the idea of going so far inland made her sea-love heart ache a little.
and then there was the spring.
"when uh, when were you thinking of going?" she asked, vying for time. and she shook her head at his question. "i — i'm really happy here. i don't ever feel like i want to wander far, caracal," reverence again flickering in her voice. "god lives here," heda whispered, earnesty glowing in her luminous golden gaze.