Sequoia Coast first;

another morning rose on a coast that was not their own. heda had slept beside @Ava Amara that evening; she had embraced the girl, secondborn as if she had grown inside the pale body. and it was always so, and would always be so.
ava's burden would not be dinah's burden; dinah's burden was their mother. heda saw how the younger could amuse her through amusing herself, how ava's resilience might feed her own.
the day rose and heda roused herself to hunt, stumbling on land as she did not on sea; a scrawny rabbit her offering.
she did not eat; she left it to her girls, eyes trained once more toward the empty island and its graves.