Wheeling Gull Isle treibloka

a fierce red girl on the beach? heda knew one individual by that description, and might have asked next after her accent.
his body was much like her own, and heda shyly found herself examining the arches and angularities which made him so familiar.
"daniil!" only time to gasp his name in playful shock before he sent her bowling down into the water. silverwisp bubbles burst in lightrays all around her, and she kicked away from him.
having learned to pry clams from their rock shelves beneath the surface, heda had become a decent swimmer. she would never have the natural ease of her favorite mireille, but she swam around daniil, trying to avoid any more underwater tackling with teasing eyes, trying to keep laughter from erupting once more.