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She picked her way through the snow-dusted sand, feeling light and quite suddenly carefree. Besides the ocean, things seemed smaller, easier, and before long, she began humming the same melody she'd been when she'd last seen Engel. As it had before, the humming turned to singing, the words sweet and honeyed, rising and falling in pitch, tempo steady. "honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop," Her steps became lighter, looser, drawing nearer to the surf until it unfurled over her paws. "gonna bring a bottle to the baby,"  A lullaby, low, slow, melancholy. Brine and sand and snow; this was a new place, foreign and beautiful. 

@Smokestep, if you have time?