Ocean's Breath Plateau 'Cause everything I feel is a waste of time

Forward dated! I'll set a date when I have a brain

Tullik had gone.

Marina's own grief was a quiet thing, her eyes dry, her chin held high even as her mouth sometimes trembled to think of her sister-wife; gone. A part of herself had gone too, Marina thought, and a part of @Chakliux.

It was for her husband that she remained steady; eternal as the sea, bound to him as the waves were bound to the shore. The promise lingered unspoken on her lips with every kiss. Tullik had gone, but they still had each other; their children; the life they'd built in Moontide.

Still, there were sleepless nights. It was late when Marina turned to her husband on one such night, restless and hopeful that he too would be awake. Chakliux? Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper. She stretched lazily against him, comforted by his warmth.