Dragoncrest Cliffs Arowana

The funeral procession was small, but poignant. Carefully, Suzu picked up the bird and carried it as gently as a mother might carry a newborn, walking to the gentle beat of Quennell's lullaby. Side by side, they stepped into the surf, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. She wasn't sure she could do this- but she had to. Quennell's voice soothed her, and smothered the last flicker of anger in her chest. 

When the water came up to her knees, she turned her head, motioning for Quennell to remain back a few paces so that she could release the bird on her own. She waded in until the seafoam came up to her shoulders, but she did not shudder at the cold. The water rose in a surge, and swept a cool wave across her shoulders. She steadied herself, and pushed against the pull of the water, allowing the gull to slip from her grasp as the swell recoiled. Amid the frothy seafoam, the gull disappeared. While she felt as if the ocean had taken something from her, the waves rolled on, rocking back and forth, aloof as a wordless god. 

She turned and waded back to Quennell, and stood for a few moments at his side to grieve.