Wheeling Gull Isle Eulogy

little makeshift memorial for @Towhee (assumed dead) :c all on the island welcome to join, no pressure and no posting order <3 @Simeon @John @Malakai @Dinah

All the beauty of wheeling gull shrouded in funeral mists.

He’d returned to sweet harbor where he had reconciled with his siblings and achieved a certain amount of peace only to lay an empty grave for a grandmother whose life had been stolen.

The island fell into ugliness. Death was everywhere. He pictured grandma’s blood gushing into the sea, swallowing pieces of his loved one into oceans of fire. He heard the mockery of seals and each time it sent a bolt through his heart.

From the shore he carried one large shell of abalone and set it beside the grave of his father. Over her alter was laid a tangle of satin wildflowers.

And then was it. He stepped back. There was nothing else to do. She was gone.

He hung his head.

Hey- it's been a while. Can you hear me? I really need you right now.

Judah couldn’t speak, his one good leg was shaking the whole of his body too badly. So he raised his voice in an ebbing howl, calling all to home.