Wheeling Gull Isle end;

official leaving post for heda, who will be non verbal for the foreseeable future! she has called out for all her kids and those who want to follow, but will not be coming back to sweetharbor <3

god has forsaken me
caracal lived hardly a handful of days before he was gone.
they had blurred from one into another until she had finally opened her eyes, truly opened them, to see towhee's paw holding her son's own in that still, eternal silence, there was nothing left inside her.
for a long time heda only sat outside the lion's den, untouched by sea or surf or sorrow. the birds were in her mind and they sang her far and away over to the mainland.
god has forsaken us
judah was gone. caracal was gone. ana was gone. the boy whose name his failed mother hardly remembered, he too had gone, loved no less but paling to nothing as heda closed in on herself.
we should bury him, she would hear herself say somehow in the next hours, cobbling together words that stuck to the roof of her mouth, monotone, cold, removed as to the far-flung planes of saturn itself.
because there was no god to beg, heda did not. because she knew now no god would resurrect her husband so she could beg forgiveness and start again, she found that as she stood before the gathered eyes, if any, she had nothing to say.
her voice fled on the tattered wings of her dying faith, dipping into the sea. and heda released the concept of speech the moment it was her turn to hold caracal, to look down into the still face and know that she had forsaken him and so god had turned away from them all.
when heda passed over the landbridge, it was with a mind scarcely her own. a long, low dirge poured out for her remaining children: now you must choose.
a life on the island. an existence with the redhawk clan. to strike out with their mother. but god had taken all from heda, and in the dust of her mouth she had nothing else to give. 
sweetharbor was a charnel house. she would not be back, waiting ten hours on the other side of the landbridge to see who would join her in the back turned upon their father who wert in heaven and looked on them no longer with favour.