Wheeling Gull Isle tridropa

maybe @Miseria but aw!

heda hummed as she patrolled, perhaps a snippet of worship that bartholomew had taught her. the tide was coming in and so was a storm. she hurried around the island with her long pale limbs, informing those she came across to soon seek cover.
heda checked the caches and pulled caught-fish higher on the bank, lodging them between stones.
and she took care with her mentor's lavender, trying to cover as much of it as possible with wide leaves.