Wheeling Gull Isle [m] haiplana

"malakai — p-please," was all skaigona managed before his jaws closed around her throat. she tasted his tears a moment later, and her own ran in lakewater pouring to join those of her son.
great is thy faithfulness
what breath was left to her quickly faltered in blown candleflame weakness, ashen clouds floating forth to the corners of her vision.
swiftly, swiftly.
glory, glory, glory
as breath ceased, glowing heavens opened, white feathers filling space into which glazing eyes vacantly stared. but skaigona was searching for caracal, for his smiling face.
she deserved nothing, not even for their souls to rest together; all she desired in the few seconds rapidly lost to her was a glimpse of the husband she had never stopped loving with all her heart.