Shimmering Sands glory awaits

Heard this needed some attention! :)

From the wooded skirts of a vast and mighty shadewood, Bruxa emerged. She took measured steps into the sun, letting her eyes adjust to the outpouring of light before launching her pace into a foxtrot. She dashed across grass until it all turned to sand, and her steps grew jaunty as she picked her way across the unnatural-feeling surface. The fawn-like gait didn't match her dour expression.

Eventually her pads got used to it, or else she was simply too distracted by the might of the sea to notice anymore. She'd learned already not to taste the water, so she stayed away from it completely. Being doused didn't sound particularly appetizing either. Hunting here seemed out of the question if she wasn't willing to get wet, so she settled instead for searching for what kind of shelter came around here.

But as far as the yolk of her eyes could see, there was nothing but glimmering white-salt, sand, and water. At least it wasn't hot— she couldn't imagine this place in the summer. Her nose pointed towards a particular cluster of screeching seagulls, and when she looked back down the harpy found that she was approaching a tall, dust-grey figure in the distance. The social needs of her species urged her to continue towards him.