Ocean's Breath Plateau nocturne in c-sharp minor, b. 49

Business had been slow and Maha was getting a little peckish. Back at home, there were never lapses in income like this; when she needed something, it was there, and the steps that she had to take were only routine. She marched along with the rhythm of the sea, finding that once she'd given it a chance, it had proven to not be so bad after all. It was a pain in the ass to deal with the cold and the salt and the noisy seagulls, but Maha was (slowly, very slowly) getting used to it.

Up ahead stood a man cloaked in white with a build slightly thinner than Maha had hoped for, but she thought that he would do just fine. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. She started a slow trot, calling out a soft, Yoo-hoo! and putting her finest smile on display. Hello, there, she cooed, despite the distance still between them.