Wheeling Gull Isle kongeda

caracal seemed so sure! much more than heda, who found herself with that protective paw placed over her midriff once more. "i caught a little yellow fish. and those shells," she added with a chuckle, gesturing to a pair of glittering conches.
her gold eyes were grateful. "alright, caracal," she murmured, arranging herself along the sand like a delicate mermaid. "i'll wait, papa."
she tried it on! she sent him off to fish, a beam upon her features.
overhead, gulls wheeled, crying out. heda upturned her face to the sun and relaxed, as her husband had suggested. eventually, she started to doze, lulled by the sound of the surf.