Wheeling Gull Isle September

judah’s eyes fell shut; his soul in some other unreachable realm. her heart bladed by thorns as he spoke of a world that would never be; a world that would never come to fruition with ava within it.

for how could she speak to God, if she could not speak? how could she walk in His light, when he designed her as shadow? her gaze fell to the ground, collecting images of minutiae there: a thin stem of grass. thousands of tiny sand granules. an ant’s antenna waving against the wind.

don’t tell mal. her features darkened as she studied her feet. there was an edge to mal that unsettled her. she was Other, deaf to His grace - but malakai was fashioned in His make, and that fashion was a weapon.

despite her own conflict, she sensed a feeling of deep unrest in judah. she pressed her nose to him carefully, in the manner ana often did to her to reassure her.

it will all be okay.

wouldn’t it?