Wheeling Gull Isle nemiyon

What, he joshed her without missing a beat, you mean you don’t want to be Mrs Redhawk, after all?

He pretended to pout for all of three seconds before huffing another laugh. It was strange to think of shedding Redhawk, though perhaps he could just scoot it to the middle. And as far as a new surname went, he wasn’t picky. He wondered if Heda had any more specific ideas.

I’m down with whatever you choose for us, Caracal said, his stomach doing a happy little flip-flop as he smacked a kiss on her cheek.

He supposed they could take Sweetharbor or maybe even Wheeling Gull (maybe Wheelingull?). That thought prompted another, hilariously invasive thought. Caracal started cracking up.

Picture this, he said, sotto voce, moving away so he could sweep his arms across the vista. We could be… the Wheelers!