Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

heda's wanderlust had made her a fan of companionship upon her findings. and bartholomew was no drain on her. he was measured. his observations were good. still, she wondered if he would rather rest. the day before had been long.
the way the light fell across him reminded her again of that creature. she pulled her eyes away and trotted past him, headed down high green hill into the bright flat land below, grass-stems sticking up from near-white sand.