Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

her eyes widened slightly; the shock of the story's end raced through their golden cores. and then she was gathered again, fiercely introspective as she stayed very often these times. for a long moment heda said nothing, and then she lifted her chin somewhat with a touch of her usual defiance.
"they should not have told the man to stop praying to god. god — well, it seems like he protects you if you believe him." she was sheepish now, feeling that her grasp of things was tenuous at best and wrong at worst.
heda glanced down the coast again. "are you hungry? i am. my treat," she teased bartholomew with a bright glimmering smile, tail swinging in an arc.