Wheeling Gull Isle I come, God, I come

in fury, in draconic and bleak rage, malakai redhawk railed against his brother. her consolation was that his love and respect for her did not carry such a price, though she bowed her head beneath the onslaught of his pain.
she and caracal had built a wonderful family here.
she and caracal had built a home.
she and caracal had built a life.
and now, a quick look into the eyes of each son told heda that there was nothing of that here. that they had lost everything in the fall.
she felt aged in that moment, wizened, ancient; she reached an aching arm first for malakai, kissing his forehead, and then the same offered to simeon.
her heart felt filled with sharp-edged pieces of glass; it was hard to draw a breath that did not taste of guilt. "i ... need to go back ... to your ... sisters." and that was that; she loved them and while they were upon this island, heda knew they were — knew that they existed somewhere she could conceptualize. 
but she could not stay here, not when every second she thought caracal was going to appear in front of her and smile and say this had all been a;
dream;
heda turned away before they saw her weep.