Wheeling Gull Isle drink and shout

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Dinah's home crumbled, and with it, so did she.
Three siblings were missing. One had almost died. Another seemingly hated her. Seal and Towhee's recent appearances felt like seeing a butterfly resting upon a leaf while storm clouds snarl above you, black-blue and hideous and unrepentant in rage.
Just the night before, for the first night in her life, she did not pray before her eyelids closed in respite. It terrified her. In the moment, she hadn't even thought about it; how monumental such a small thing was, to not clutch her metaphorical rosary in her palms. Today, it brought her fear. God must be angry.
And she had gone most of the day waiting for punishment; she distracted herself. She waded upon the shore near the landbridge with Simeon in hopes of collecting kelp, and had taken a nap on her favorite perch — that she was now much too big for — in the high rays of noon. She snacked on the vertebrae of a fish that was snuck from the caches. And when the autumn chill of afternoon crept in, she had decided on a nature walk; yes, more plant identification practice, that would ease her mind.
And when she had come back to the greenhills with a handful of ferns encased between her jaws, that was when the shout graced her ears and her ears cupped forward. You're going to sleep this off; she had never heard Mama so angry. Why was she so angry? Did Ava fall into the sea while you were drinking, Caracal Redhawk?
Instinct thrums in the form of a desperate lope in the direction of the ugly commotion. Something stings her nostrils. She'd smelled it before, she thought, but never thought much of it; and now it nearly burns her eyes as she forces them shut. When her eyes open again, Daddy's shoulders seem hunched. His eyes are glassy. Mama is crying, and her figure disappears into the brush in a flash.
What was this?
Her tongue numbs with the shock, a cold, grizzly feeling that snakes up her spine, and before she can even think about it, a croak of unspeakable horror escapes her throat. Daddy?