Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

heda reddened beneath the flaxen fur of her cheeks. "no," she said with an emphatic shake of her head. "i just — i'm just a fast learner." what did he do? she wondered.
but that went into the box of things that heda was not yet willing to ask, or perhaps would not ever say.
when she turned to look at him, he had that expression again, one that reminded her of a cool forest grove in summertime. and bartholomew meant it for her.
her shoulders twitched. she ran past a stand of pine on the right and toward the stones which rose from the sand.