Wheeling Gull Isle fall back into place

Judah sinks defeated to his knees, slipping from his sister’s embrace and falling into a limp bundle. Dinah’s face blurs as her brother weeps the world’s ocean from his eyes.

“N- no, he didn’t! He wouldn’t!” The cries are barely intelligible threaded with loud keening. “He- he was getting better! I d-dumped all the fruit in the o-ocean! He was hurting, he was s-sad. But he was g-getting better!”

He had no strength left, no resolve. Just grief so deep he knew he would drown in it. He would not speak, he was shaking too badly. His soul was beat by the cold flaps of angels’ wings, his prayers sent to burn to dust. Their existence felt like a farce; a mockery. Who was there to comfort and care for them? Where was God? Where was mom?

It was a painful realization, but Judah felt a part of himself had always known. He had watched as mom turned her back on dad that day- and now on his children. Mom had erased them.

But more dire than the idea of his mother with her new family, was his sister.

“W- we need to go to Rivenwood. We need to bring @Ava Amara home.”