Blackbeak Bluff with all these memories bittersweet

The weather had slowed his progress, or so he blamed it. The rains came sporadic and fast with the heat of the day, leaving him damp and the long blades of windswept grass weighed. More clouds blotted the horizon here, foretelling what the ocean would offer in due time. Dirge had come across the distant fields a day or two ago, pulled in by the allure of sea salt to push through to the bluffs, and had since kept away from their crumbling, tempting edge.

It was here that the mountains to his south began to ring familiar and his thoughts turned to a few weeks ago when snow had been dotted the landscape rather than stormy clouds. So he had gone in a circle of sorts, provided all he laid witness to wasn't just his imagination; it was hard not to follow the sea though, at least where mountains and questionable arrangements didn't direct him elsewhere.

Lazily in the warm haze left in the wake of a long passed thunderstorm, his maw split in two as he yawned. He was no stranger to warmth, but he had not missed the humidity. He also knew better than to complain, for summer was oft whisked away by ever changing seasons and gone too soon. Compared to the previous locales, he soaked up the solitude he found here and let the crash of not so distant waves lull him. It made travel go leisurely and his movement reflected it.

He may not have needed a care in the world.

@Nyx where r u