Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

heda felt — odd. not in a bad sort of way, but rather that it felt as though something dawned before her that she could not yet see.
belly fluttering, she went to join caracal upon the shore, offering him a shy smile rather unlike their usual dynamic.
"caracal," she asked, running one salt-laced shoulder along that of his own, "what did god tell you? while you were in the lion's den?" and her golden eyes sought his own, wondering, near breathless.