Wheeling Gull Isle nemiyon

heda laughed, spinning in a semi-circle. "i dreamed i was made of sunlight!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "and then when i woke up, i was."
desire met caracal's in that moment, though heda would not recognize it as such, only an extension of what she had felt before, this sundering, soaring feeling.
something flickered behind the golden light of her eyes — want — and she lifted her chin with a daring rarely felt, not since the caribou.
"marry me. marry me now, caracal. here," she tossed a paw toward the island at large, "in front of sweetharbor and god."
breathless, heart racing, thrumming, humming.