Wheeling Gull Isle luson

"heda." the young advisor smiled and then waded down into the cold salt alongside blueberry. she gasped lowly as the water struck her skin, squeezing her eyes shut. "i'm in here every day! you'd think it got easier," she added with a laugh.
"the clams are here." she indicated the side of the large stones sitting in the ocean. "you'll have to hold your breath to get them." 
heda demonstrating, drawing in air audibly before she dipped her head beneath the surface. her teeth closed around one of the shells, and she separated it from the side of the rock with a firm tilt of her head.
up again, streaming, heda showed the little animal to blueberry.