Wheeling Gull Isle thnks fr th mmrs

Sickness had taken the mother swiftly, unnoticed by those on the island in the wake of recent happenings. She'd secluded herself in a feverish haze somewhere along the shoreline, tucked away where few bothered to look. At some point, the ocean had urged her on; forward, into it, toward the setting sun on the watery horizon. A hallucination, surely, and one that would likely cost the Blackthorn her life. She'd never once looked back.

Later, the sun rises on an abandoned shoreline, Aibreann's figure lost to the waves.