Cerulean Cape we have always known how to be monsters

Again Kitsch dispersed from the Neverwinter Forest, having been nurtured into something more bold and dauntless since the happening, sculpted beneath West’s potters hands.  Libeccio provided a welcome sense of consistency, but he played more of a supporting role – and she never felt entirely at ease when she was alone with him. Having matured somewhat in the past several months, the pearl could recognize that this had nothing to do with Libeccio and had everything to do with herself – but still.
 
The pearl was pulled not south, but north. She never really went south anymore; she didn’t like it and the entire place was shrouded in a miasma of bad memories and the stench of him; so why would the princess subject herself to it? Even though the memories of it had faded somewhat [the poppy had been quite strong], it seemed that Kitsch was destined to live a life upon the spit of land, stuck between the confines of the invisible southern borders [that she was loathe to cross] and the impenetrable sea.
 
So, Kitsch explored where she could.
 
There was a well-worn path that the pearl had discovered that paved her way directly to the waters – had this not existed, Kitsch might had not found her way – but soon she was staring at the lapping tide and [after a moment’s reprieve] redirected herself even farther north, tracing the water’s edge with her paws and edging closer with every dancing step. And then suddenly – a man!
 
Upon spotting him, the girl’s heart fluttered with a sudden shot of adrenaline and she skittered across the sands to the nearby tree line and tucked herself up against the roots of the nearest one. Then she watched from afar, partially obscured by a thick, coastal fir and not entirely sure that she had escaped unseen; but her stracciatella ears perked upon her head and her tail swayed lower between her hocks, indicating more of a coy interest than unwarranted apprehension.