Wheeling Gull Isle treibloka

when heda surfaced, it was to see such a tight look on daniil's face that she almost flinched in the frigid current. before her confused golden eyes he decamped back to the saltweave shore.
at once she followed, picking her way across barnacle-encrusted boulders and the soft sea moss of gentle sand. "hey."
the girl with red hackles thought nothing of pressing her dampened waistline to his right flank. "hey, did i say something?" heda was concerned, but less for herself, she discovered, and far more for daniil.