Dragoncrest Cliffs look what you've done

It had taken her a day and a half of swift traveling to reach the northernmost section of the coast. The steep rises of the cliffs, hazy from the mist, had lured Muses from the valley she sought temporary refuge in. They were not the geological form she had hoped to find, however. Her nostrils flared against the humid air which hung over her like a heavy cloak. No matter how much she shook, blown out fur flying every which way, she could not make the air feel any lighter. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she padded up the steep slopes, opting to take a route that did not lead her directly up to the cliff's topmost point, but just off to the side, where her vision of what lay ahead would not be obscured, yet she would still be beneath the towering bluffs.

What stretched out before her was surreal. Muses had never seen a lake so large. The water stretched out beyond the horizon to the north and west, a blue far deeper than any she had ever known. Birds circled the sky, dropping down to the rippled waters before wheeling back up, occasionally with their next meal caught between their beaks. Muses simply stared out, jaws parted and tongue lolling out to the side. She was awestruck, a marble statue facing the misty breeze. Below, she could see the faint line of a beach - although she did not know what it was called - running along the base of the nearest cliff, and tucking away neatly around a bend. It was pale, more pebbles than sand, but inviting under the glow of the afternoo  sun.

She had not found mountains, but she wondered if this strange place was similar, in a way. Her heart leapt with joy at the prospect of a new adventure. With wide, pale eyes, she scanned the area, wondering where to start, and which was the safest way to begin her explorations.

(@Deirdre)