Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

<3

"i'm glad you wandered. and i'm glad i quit wandering and finally found a home. that was what i needed, i think." caracal was so vague in a boyish way! he offered her the outline of stories but didn't tell them.
maybe he needed to be invited.
mahler. heda closed her eyes and inhaled the brisk salt wind. "i said everything i needed to say and even yelled at him. even swore. i said everything i wanted to say and it didn't make me any happier. i was carrying my own guilt around too."
heda led caracal up and up and up, to the highest point of her favorite emerald mountains, to where the sea could be seen in all ways, open to the skies and the eye of god. and all the forests and caves and lagoons of the island, of sweetharbor, exposed like veins to the living world.
"the moment i came here i felt — freed." she hoped her companion blamed himself for nothing.