Wheeling Gull Isle kongeda

on the heels of the fatigue came the racing sickness. by now @Caracal would have seen her ill at least twice, listless thereafter.
heda, who spent a great deal of time in prayer already, now doubled her replies to god. 
and in her piety, sweetharbor began to take shape once more, and a name. 
in the afternoon, heda's husband would find her by the sea, drawing fish into a nest of kelp and settling her haunches with a new delicacy as she looked out to sea with a wavering sigh of secret contentment.