The Sentinels recurve

@Smokestep or @Eirlys?

Like the waves that battered the cliffs she paced upon, the dark girl's thoughts rampaged against the very walls of her being. Something winged and painful churned in her belly, threatening to bring up the seafare she'd wolfed down the night before.

"Moorhen," she said to the wind, her strong voice carrying the name out across the waters. It had been a long time since she'd tried to be Moorhen. Fen had not approved of the name, especially when the girl herself had trouble pronouncing it. Sif had been easier, and when she was Sif, life was easier. She had something good, something precious back in the valley. A family, a home. But although she knew they would be worrying about her, she could not bring herself to leave the ocean behind. Not when Isengrim had been found upon his shores. He could not tell her much without his tongue, and she had little enough to say to him - but he was her brother, her blood. And the sea...

The girl stopped upon a jagged portion of the cliff, looking out over the violent waters below her.

Who am I? Am I still just a seashell?