Ocean's Breath Plateau sky riders

brave one!
red leaf had trailed so far after him that for a moment she feared she would never find him. by the time she catches up to him, she is winded; her lungs rattle and she trembles with a violent cough, her steps falling unsteady, but she is resolute in her determination to mend her boy.
she rounds upon him, the fierce cut of summer wind tearing at her cheeks, and then she sees — oh, your amulet, her eyes brim with tears yet again, for automatically she assumes that he is the one who tore it from his pelt.
silence hangs heavy in the air before she speaks again, the trill of tree frogs echoing sharply against her eardrums. i'm sorry, atiqtaġa. for all of that. i never should have-- i never should have said anything, i meant none of it, weary, so weary; how pathetic was she, begging her own son to love her? i love you. and i love your father. and-- i do not want you to hurt.
i wish i could protect you.