Wheeling Gull Isle treibloka

now that bartholomew had entered her mind she could not quit the thoughts. he had wanted this to be a place of optional faith, healing, guidance. but in the next moments heda would feel the pointed flashing of a paladin's heart, the need to protect her island by guiding its inhabitants into the arms of god.
danill rolled up and easily, quick movements her eyes did not truly register because heda was listening, translating.
"surrender is difficult when we fight against comfort," the salt-laced devotee mimicking his position against the green arch of the shore. first daniil had said that god did not talk to him; now he asked for that thread of speech;
without hesitation heda put out her paws, hoping to hold his own, to give them a gentle press as she gazed into his face with a silent fervency. "speak, danill. he'll hear you "
and heda shut her eyes, face upturned to the cold coastal sun.