Sequoia Coast first;

fine.
two bites, two movements, everything reduced to the grind of jaw and the way blood oozed between her teeth. she ate so ava could see her, though the eyes remained unfocused.
heda daydreamed of rivenwood, filling in her memory's gaps with things she created, and all the while breathing life into an image of existence without the sea.
she ate, and when she was finished, heda lifted a languid arm for ava to slip beneath. dream with me/sleep by me/breathe in me.
what was god was not. what was mother was not. what was father was no more. heda was lost.