Wheeling Gull Isle vanyan sòlda

"if i knew where anyone was, do you t'ink i'd be here?" mireille snapped, frustrated with caracal's inane, innocent prying. he had not seen the maulings and the way the gigantic animal had just lumbered up the cliffside.
he had not heard the roaring and shrieks.
he had not gone into a mad flight to evacuate.
"my sister went to fight. she sent me out wid her children an' de ot'ers. it all happened very fast. so now i am waiting. swordfish was not at de den when i went back for him. perhaps meerkat took him out."
she was the leader! she was supposed to care, and all she could think was that she had lost everyone in sapphique by now. "i have to go back," mireille mumbled, eyes burning as if she could dry the seawater and walk across the sand beneath until she reached the mainland. 
silent and enraged tears began to break over her face, running in hot rivulets. but she did not shudder nor sob, only steadily, implacably, stared toward the far shore, forgetting she had ever asked about his father but knowing reyes was her family.