Sequoia Coast first;

he loved you. he loved you so much and i cursed him for it.
the scent of flowers filled her senses, jarring her to tighten arms in protective communion around ava. the girl's sorrow allowed heda to bank the rising tide of her own. so interred, her voice had no hymns or murmurings, but her breath was steady, her embrace vital.
there was a keen in her throat that could not quite be born.
heda let it settle into her body, swaying them both softly to and fro. like the waves, both salt and womb.
like stalks of sweet lavender, nodding over the final resting place for a man she had not been allowed to love for enough years.