Wheeling Gull Isle spirit desire

heda's constant attention to aquillius was ended at least for now. he slumbered.
bartholomew stole into her mind, and she lifted face to the brumous skies before she rose from where she had been hunting through the palm forest.
she found him — undone. concern lit her softgold eyes; the scent of salt and lavender trailed swiftly as if it were the transparent train of a ballgown after her figure. she knew his moods; his torments.
his distance.
"what is god saying?" she whispered, daring to push closer, to set her shoulder against his if he allowed.