Wheeling Gull Isle she’s a 10 but…

heda smiled and let her breath out gently. "good. that's — i want that too," she said with a look that attempted to smooth over this disturbed sand for an easier mien. 
what she wanted was piety.
and she had no word for that.
at once she stood and dusted grass from her flanks. "come with me," heda invited, and set a winding course from them all the way to the small cave out of which a stream of freshwater drifted down to the sea.
the sea wind tore at she and caracal. "this is the lion's den. it's where bartholomew wrestled with god and was reborn."