Wheeling Gull Isle treibloka

Tss! he hushed. Bart'olomew going to be cross with me if you melt away, spurred on by her laughter, he flashed a crooked smile and ground his heel into the dirt at the hill's apex.

But she stilled again, and there was that look on her face— something reverent and faraway. All she was missing was a wafer on her tongue. He thought her the most fascinating girl he had ever seen, even as the wind whipped her fur every which way and revealed glimpses of the rosy scalp beneath.

Her silence touched him. He felt like a rambunctious child that had just stumbled upon the bewildering, mortifying realization that everyone around him had long since fallen quiet.

Where your favorite place? He asked in a half-whisper, scarcely able to hear himself over his own rushed heartbeat.