Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

heda laughed a little. "god — i mean, gosh, i hope not." briefly embarassed, she looked away and around them again. the scar in the earth was like a wound which had not healed. what should have been a place of serenity unnerved her, for she remembered greyfall and duskfire glacier too easily.
but heda was still rampantly curious about these 'bad things,' especially as bartholomow continued to say that without giving any context. her golden eyes found his.
"did you ever give this place a name? even if you just thought it. like um, the hills. where we sleep. i call them 'greenhills' or 'the greenhills' in my head."
her tail stirred gently. naming things like the island all at once was too hard. maybe it was better to go place by place.