Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

He was talking, and while she listened, Eigma turned to look down the slope of the path she had just walked. She saw the hazy mountains - a line of distant gray - and gave a small sigh. Clearly distracted, she almost missed his question; after an idle pause characterized by his own cracking of shells and slurping of contents, she realized it was her turn to speak. 

"No. I'm from.." everywhere, really. "Inland. Never seen the sea, or eaten from the shore." The woman drank in a deep breath of the salty air, and licked her lips, finding that some sand had gotten netted by the fur of her chin. She looked behind herself again, pondering her route - or maybe just unsure if she should linger too long here.