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[narrow]in the dull gleam of the cave she thought she saw realization swim across the youth's features -- she did not press then to learn the details of his epiphany. in her eyes it was better to know of the world this way at an early age -- grow too old before you realized how insensate and heartless life could be, and you would be defenseless against the battering of time and misfortune. it was advantageous, to her anyway, to start building one's mental wall early.

she made for the exit of the den and clawed her way to the surface, stretching her hind legs out behind her as she stood on the sand. overhead the moon was overcast by grey clouds, but the scant light there combined with the glowing of the beach was enough to lend the strand a solemn, lonely kind of aspect. she turned to arrille and announced her intentions: "tide looks low." with that she made for the tidal flat at a casual lope.