Wheeling Gull Isle chichplei

bartholomew was staying. blueberry had said she would help to raise the young ones heda meant to give in the spring.
she was nervous, her mind flickering between her mentor and thoughts of sobo, whom mireille had suggested.
she thought of her friend then, wondering if she too would leave to look for — someone.
there was no sign of kacia. heda refused to be hopeful that bartholomew would turn to anyone else.
she wandered up to the greenhills in prayer.