The Sentinels Come together, right now, over me

she could not hear the well intentioned words. 

there was only roaring. 

muted. distant.

the deep. the fire.

iaghe sunk.

down. 

down. 

one.

two.

three.

her head drifted back and forth, both a warning to the woman and a reaction. 

a rare keening sound escaped her. 

please. don't.

the petrel had been drug beneath the suffocating waves. a reel played in her mind, hazy flashes of memory she wished had been lost.

the star crashing, the explosion that had left her half deaf for days. the burned woman -- a raw, red husk with melted skin, clinging to life. trying to force her to her knees, her silent begging for the woman to move. trees crashing. andr. the agony of fire burrowing beneath her skin, marking her as its own. 

the islander curled into herself, shuddering as the void sucked her under.