Cerulean Cape turn a d r o p of water into an o c e a n

Lucita relished the feeling of the shore underneath her paws. The white sand, soft as satin as she flexed her paws, her claws digging into it. She stared off across the ocean tide, her fur billowing in the breeze that was cast off the waters. She was hypnotized by the waves, an endless expanse of roiling blue, blending seamlessly with the horizon.

 The sea, though unpredictable, was the one constant Lucita relied on in her whelphood, when tensions ran high and many battles were fought in her natal pack. The moon seemed to pull her with the tides, and it was a comfort to know the same water that passed the lips of every creature, that formed the greatest floods and hurricanes, was born from and returned here.

The dark-colored fae started at the touch of the sea at her paws, the beginning of the water that dampened the fur on her toes. The cooling sensation was almost relaxing, a dizzying contrast compared to the unyielding sun against her thick black coat. A soft breath left her lungs and Lucita moved forward a few more feet, deeper into the sea, the salty air filling her nose. She waded in the brine giddily, euphoric to simply swim, relax, after a season of weary travel.