Wheeling Gull Isle blue flower

she closed her eyes and held blueberry close, offering the man a friendly look as he came closer. 
the tension filtered into her own nerves, but she tried not to let it show. "hello, i'm heda. this is sweetharbor."
her attention refocused upon blueberry. "everyone left, slowly. it was just caracal and i for a time, my husband." a shy light lit her face. "are you both here to stay for a little while?"