Wheeling Gull Isle They're coming undone

mireille felt as though death bit at her heels.
when she was not patrolling, the obsidian slept the slumber of an empty ghost. she woke. she ate. she returned to her watching and her wandering, all around the island though she saw nothing.
none of its beauty. none of its god.
her niece stared at the sea. mireille recalled how she had healed upon the blackwater islands, how she too had longed in the same stare for home.
but she feared there was no home. would that be worse than seeing sapphique forever changed?
mireille settled on the sand beside suzu and slipped a red arm around her small shoulders. "i am going to go back soon. i need you to stay here, wid aminthe an' heda." her voice tried to relax.