Wheeling Gull Isle rughagon

miseria shyly stared at her paws.
her sleeves were hot with embarrassment again. she did feel reproach towards herself when she recognized heda as a strong-willed girl with a shepherd's crook. heda who was more a woman than miseria.
essentially a tall child.
bartholomew brought her back with the mention of god. her supposed eagerness towards his religion had softened both heda and bartholmew's faces, so she knew she was going about her fib the right way. "um, yes."
she hadn't prepared a note of questions to scrawl on her palm sloppily with blue ink, so she sat there, waiting.