Ocean's Breath Plateau times could be much worse

Anyone from the surrounding areas, please! Open to any/all.

It took a few days for his lumbering figure to cross the rolling plains, but he did eventually. The scent of the salt upon the wind was disparaging at first. It caused a bolt of energy to rush up the back of his neck, of all things; he felt unnerved and out-of-sorts in a way he couldn't recognize. He avoided going too close to the sea. The sea was dangerous. It was alive, it was angry (with him specifically, he thought), and so he kept to the blanket-like expanse of autumnal grass for as long as he could.

Gradually the brine on the wind became less and less noticable; the boy became nose-blind, adapting to it and feeling a sense of calm slowly descend upon him.

This too was strange, for Tryphon worried too much and too often. He did not feel soothed by anything in this world except for the proximity of Saghani, and she was absent. There was something about the sea that filled him with fear, but it was almost like that fear trancended him. It was more like awe. And in a surprisingly daring effort to test his limits, Tryphon did eventually choose to leave the hills behind for the coast. He did not get close enough to sprint across any sand bars, snap at any crabs, or be swallowed up by the abyss that was the Mother — but the plateau  he found was sufficient.

As he crept up and through the craggy hills, rounding upon the tooth-like rocks that jutted all around him, Tryphon felt his anxiety rise up in him like a great wave. He stopped walking as he caught sight of the horizon from atop the expanse, his toes gripping to the edge of rock, and his eyes fixated like a pair of burning stars upon the distant deep blue of the sea.

Then, he turned his head aside and brought up a wave of bile, which splattered and saturated the rocks at his feet.