Dragoncrest Cliffs for the arms that hold me

It has been half a day since the rains have stopped but the damage it has caused has still remained behind. The air is humid and the wind is slow, unable to give enough relief. The moment the sun touched the sky for the first time in days, she and @Eske slipped out to survey what had been left behind. The cavern is still soaked, but they’ve been able to return to it once more, and the lake still brimmed with more water than it is meant to hold. The tides, however, have returned to the normal rhythmic background music the cliffs have always offered. The redwood forest is soaked in most places and, finally, she has been able to access their secluded beach with a little effort and a short swim.

In the distance, she can see the curve of the guardians as they pass along. Her ears cup forward and her tail arches above her spine, standing on the damp sand. The storms have passed and Drageda still stands, proving their worth and hold on this land. Thuringwethil lifts her nose and howls, filling the air from their sandy shores. The sun is warm against her skin and she smiles to herself, taking a few more steps to travel further down the beach.