Her scarlet gaze left the bale of turtles idling on a rock to beyond the still, tenebrous waters, shadowed by a gathering of trees housing large debris arranged so by the officious wave that came ashore months earlier. Now those very trees lean, amongst toppled trees that lay about the lowland.
During their last visit, a green meadow courted them, but now an almost bare, blemished landscape lay before them and Tabitha couldn’t help but reflect on what life before, and ever since the Lavinia brought them to Draíocht Dol’s shore was like. Merely a day shy of their departure from their homeland, they learned of the passing of their eldest son, Uri who’d left in the Genesis weeks earlier in the hopes of making their transition easier.…