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the raven, once more, at the gravesite. she lay small pink flowers upon the churned loam, but did not feel tears rising to choke her. the past days had been spent so, and now she had no more tears to cry. brecheliant would go on, with her, with eljay, with maia, ibis, bridget. with their children. wraen was gone but that did not mean they too must be.
thoughts of the sea were now distant.
teya descended the small hill and moved onward, pausing when she saw bridget's scarlet face upturned. silently she approached, and silently she too followed the line of the other's gaze, sunglow dazzling her.