Blackbeak Bluff i wonder if she misses me, probably not

The answer she receives is not a no, but it feels like one. She watches him quietly for a few moments, mulling her own response when he returns the question. Her tail flicks with each crash of the waves against the base of the cliff.
I will be, She tells him finally, gaze drifting toward the horizon. The ocean is beautiful from here. Her chest aches. Little by little, the bird builds its' nest. She murmurs softly; her progress is slow, but she has hope. Perhaps that's enough.