Wheeling Gull Isle you were a comet... and i lost it...

once heda had felt herself a paladin; she might have become one had not motherhood proven itself to be her greatest boon.
in peace she sheathed her swords when caracal arrived, blustering toward the stranger with a true threat. malakai barked. heda straightened. "this is the second time you've approached our children. i told you to join correctly the first. now you're back again."
her golden eyes found caracal. "i don't know. he wants to join us. but —" she looked back toward the stranger. "how old are you?"