Wheeling Gull Isle sentin

She'd caught him. Of course, he wanted that and didn't at the same time. The usual friendliness appeared in the form of a smile and when Heda spoke, it wavered.

Mmn, he hummed. Mo looked one way then another, and caught the horizon in his gaze, and sighed a breath too heavy for his age.

I miss my mom. He said this and his gaze averted to the grass, his toes wriggling in the tangles there. I want to go home, he could not voice.