Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

to someone outside the island, bartholomew might appear warm if reticent.
to heda, a chill truly had begun to hang invisibly between he and she.
had it been the stupid name? why did he care? did he know caracal somehow?
"i am happy," she confirmed with a gentle grin. she wanted to heap praises on bartholomew, she wanted him to speak of the lord.
but he was leaving now.
heda tried not to give him a pained look of worry and turned back to caracal. "i'll take you to wherever he is. but come on for now, i'll tour you around."