Barrow Fields 911 - call me sometime

@Casimir

Everything was going awful - even after her encounter with the enlightening shaman-wolf. She was still alone, still suicidal, and still had no friends. Her closest idea to one was the blunt male with gripping, sapphire eyes by the name Nathaniel. Her mind lingered to his bright gaze often, wondering if she would ever regard such a sight again. 

She’d never been to the coast, and it seemed fitting since she did plan to kill herself. Might as well fill in the sights she never cared to see in the past. The bitter sea breeze was harsh, but also carried the pleasant smell of the ocean. Her nose tinged with salt, and despite her current state she was elated to finally experience the gifts of the sea. Even though she wasn’t even on the beach shore, but instead the limited grassy lands beside it. 

She sat down in the stumpy grasses, admiring what would be her only chance to enjoy such terrain. Her dimming amber eyes took in all she could, a single tear forming in her eye. Don’t let the downs falter the ups. Chaska had reminded her, but how was that possible with no ups?