Wheeling Gull Isle I come, God, I come

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had the words to speak suddenly come to heda once more, she would not have had an answer. her children were no longer infants. malakai had already suffered one removal from the island.
but they were still very young, too young to be alone. heda had not allowed herself to consider the possibility that he might refuse to come with them.
and she did not now.
sweetharbor was bathed in the beauty she had always known; her heart kept in a twisting, sickened mien to be back.
her golden eyes leveled on simeon. she touched her chest, touched his shoulder, and pointed out across the emerald waving grasses in the direction of malakai's scent.
they would leave together. they must. she looked around for her son now.