Wheeling Gull Isle mwen tande w

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"so dis where you be, all dis time, hmm?" mireille chuffed softly. she and heda sat shoulder to shoulder in the lavender field, looking out to the good cold sea which lapped in wintry waves.
having unleashed @Quennell to bother the wildlife and denizens of sweetharbor, mireille had spirited away her friend to the edge of the island. "bart'olomew is a good man. i met him twice. he is kind." but her eyes lingered on the one she had once thought of as sister.
heda had changed. she was elegant as a gannet now, poised. and she spoke of god like she had always known him. but mireille wanted to dig into the past.