The Sentinels callow dreams

The perfect place for her to start c:

The sun had faded hours ago, the lingering light giving way to the jet-black expanse of darkness. An ocean of dark hovering above the sea, luminous stars dim compared to the hovering silverline orb glowing in the blur of night.
The night hides flaws; hides the imperfections the day brings to light.

Tokala allowed her eyes to trail along the canopy of light freckled across the darkened sky. Even in the pitch black there was enough light to shine down upon her flaws. The sea rumbled along with her discontent, crashing at the shore as her emotions churned in a swirl of confusion and sadness. The ripple of sand shifting and changing.

She was the sand. She was the rolling waves. She was the sea.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of her maw. This was a new place, a fresh start. You need it. She huffed out a breath, attempting to breathe out her negative thoughts. She peered at the ocean once more. Now it appeared calm, soothingly receding and returning upon the shoreline. It’s all in how you perceive it Tokala.

A crash sounded from behind her. Tokala’s skull whipped around to face the tree line at the edge of her hindlegs, her eyes squinting into the obsidian darkness. Her auds flickered in response to the noise, her paws already padding towards the noise. “Hello?” She called quizzically, her voice somewhere in between a tremor and curiosity.