Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

she was a brilliant blaze of holy fire chasing the darkclad priest.

he felt the thrill of the chest in his heart, his soul. but he was not the trained hunter she was, built for the fight and flee. he was a willow tree with swaying branches and his legs sought to prove this point as he trembled.

headed for a collision course with her if she did not avoid him.