Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

Walked on an ocean? Olive tipped her head to one side, ears flopping on top of her head in a puppy-like manner. The wayfarer had been to the ocean many times in her life, as child and as a grown woman. She loved the power of it, and the consistency of it. The tides. The gentle lap lap lap at the shore. Or, the thunderous booming of tumultuous waves as they smashed into earthen cliffs.  She had watched shoals of fish dart, glint and skitter across the waters surface — pursued by some unseen threat below. The greyscale vagabond had seen it all, but never ever had she seen a wolf walk on water.

“Oh, a joke?” Her tone was bright and jeweled, certain that he was playing with her again. The man was silly… but in an innocuous manner. It was refreshing, as she was coming to realize that the world was fully to bursting with solemnity. “Can you fly, too?”