Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

 the scarlet witch's feet itch with the desire to roam and so she goes, parting easily from the plateau to slip up the coast north-ward, a place she's never been far-far-far away from the last place she saw her angel-faced girl. some days the thought of traipsing by - perhaps to finally visit her friend, perhaps just to simply lay in the flowers and think - is enough to bring her to her knees; some days she does not mind so bad, but today is not one of those. 

the sea-salted coastal air is brightening lovely and witchbaby sings under her breath, light on her feet like a feather as she prances. she does not stop until - "oh, oh?" chirps the starlet, eyes alight at the sight of her - no longer so dusky-dark friend. for a moment wb wonders if she's misrecognizing - she smells different, and her coat's become lighter - but, no, there's something familiar lingering there, and if she's wrong, well, she just loves to chat. "dusky baby, is that you?" she cooes, slipping up beside her. "why sucha glum face?"