Ocean's Breath Plateau a chantar mer

The ever-present sound of waves once disturbed Starbuck's sleep and distracted her when she woke. Donnelaith by the sea had been her home for some time now, though, and she found the crash of the water on the rocks soothing, their rhythm lulled her to sleep each night.

Though not every night, for some days she spent deep in meditation, attempting to communicate with the wind or with the goddess. Lying still for so long left her restless, and she walked through the night to quiet her racing mind. Tonight was such a night. She struck out for a stroll when the moon first rose, and breathed in the sharp, cold brine. It lanced through the warm, heavy fog that had settled over her mind as she slipped up onto the plateau. There she saw a wolf, her edges gilded in weak silver moonlight. It was rare to see strangers on this side of the Sentinels, and so Starbuck started towards the girl with interest. She yipped to catch the woman's attention as she drew nearer, her tail held high and friendly.