Wheeling Gull Isle mouhai

heda wondered if the girl would ever speak. she would not question the will of god, but she knew the lack of a voice might affect little ava later, when they left the sanctum of the island to visit the mainland.
but that was something for another time.
"we're going to find clams, if we can," heda told ava as they strode down to the pools; water soon swished around her ankles and she looked at her daughter with an amused expression. "what do you think?"