Wheeling Gull Isle vanyan sòlda

He could see the effect the question had on her expression. Caracal quailed inwardly as she confirmed his suspicion, his stomach now sinking. Had he put his foot in his mouth, asking that? But she didn’t dismiss him. No, she asked him another question.

Yes, Caracal replied, thinking of the conversation with Erzulie again.

Was she here, sleeping somewhere on the island, or was she back at the cliffs, leading the stand against the bear? The answer was pretty obvious to anyone who knew her at all, even her grandson, who’d only met her the twice.

You’re close to Heda, aren’t you? he segued in the next breath. Me too. I’m staying here in part because of her, he shared, but also because of our shared love: this island itself.