Cerulean Cape even if it takes all night or a hundred years

There’s no direction to his steps but by the time he ends up on the cape, the terrain turning from rock to sand, he pays a little more attention. He’s never spent a lot of time this far south other than the one trip further south but he’d gotten turned around and had to find his way back. Today, he knows exactly where to go to return to the sound.

Most of his trips out are focused on Drageda, hoping to run into someone less important for some sort of information. Someone that wouldn’t recognize him.

Up ahead, the dark form of another materializes and he keeps his distance, watching her move along the sandy cape, watching the creatures playing at sea.