Salt

Harlyn had never quite decided how far she would be going on this little excursion of hers.  She had reassured Mordecai that she would only be gone for a few days at most, but now that day three was well on its way, she was beginning to wonder if she even could make it back in time to keep her promise were she to turn around right then and head home.  She supposed probably not, and thus she allowed herself a bit more freedom to wander and satisfy that touch of wanderlust she so rarely indulged.

Her trip had taken her to the sea.  She had never worshiped the ocean like those that had once claimed this territory as their own, but she had reverence for all aspects of nature and the great expanse of blue was no exception.  She had spent some time on the shore, listening to the waves, praying to the gods that had created something so beautiful for her, before finally moving on.  It had not been her intention to seek company when she left, but company she soon enough stumbled upon in the form of a sterling-wrapped woman with peaceful eyes whom Harlyn did not hesitate to approach with a friendly smile upon her darkened muzzle.

"Hello there," she said simply, her posture overall neutral but also welcoming.