Cerulean Cape transcendentalism

A safe space? So this was another storm-chaser! 'Grandmother, I am not alone,' Mink thought with a glance to the rumbling sky.

I do not know this area well, the boy admitted next, and gave a hasty look around for clues before settling a cautious gaze upon the stranger once more - But the coast will be safe for hours yet. I was going to head inland soon, find some higher ground. You are welcome to join me. Mink's voice was solemn but held some hope to it as well; he had been alone for many weeks since his grandmother's passing and it would be good to have company, even in the form of this odd stranger with sharp-features and considerably dulled charm. He would not judge - this was not his home, these were not his people - and so Mink would go with the flow, as Yuma would often demand.