Wheeling Gull Isle The water is wide, I can't cross o'er

from the greenhills, much could be seen. heda wondered this hour if there would come a time when her children would wish to leave sweetharbor. each day they discovered more. what happened when they discovered all there was to know?
she would trust in god, heda decided, as she did with all things. and then there came a voice, one she did not know. she was a pale red-tipped figure against the light as she descended, finding a woman there upon the sand who seemed inexplicably to be somehow — taken — from the sea itself.
"i hope i find you well," heda greeted, golden eyes lighting with a friendly smile.