Wheeling Gull Isle finrona

heda nodded. she thought about giving details but they were moving on, she and jasmine. weird things. pretty places. wind in the pelt. 
heda nodded with a little bit of a challenge in her golden eyes. "i know where you can have all of that."
the highest point upon the island was a series of tiered slopes which rose in rich green. heda turned and dashed in that direction with a laugh, inviting jasmine to run up the first of the low, open rises with her.
a flock of rosy finches rose from where they had been pecking at grass-seeds; heda curved to avoid them and almost tripped. she giggled again, breathlessly, continuing up the hills.