Wheeling Gull Isle haiplana

"malakai — i'm — god called me home," she called to her son, her bitter beloved boy. the hate in his eyes was righteous, as was his anger.
"i don't have any right to ask anything from you, malakai," skaigona cried, stilling her trajectory toward him. "i'll go. i will. just let me — just let me sit for a little while with — with him."
her hindquarters were sinking beneath her, weakness coursing, ravenous; skaigona did not fight her collapse, only hung her head to grab draughts of air that seemed to hurt her lungs.