Cerulean Cape i feel so romantic; can we do it again sometime?

the farther they travelled, the lighter her heart became. it was so easy for memories of travel to fade when she suppressed them so vehemently (for fear of inciting some desire she would not be able to fulfill while the pack needed her still), and yet how quickly they took up in her heart as soon as the stepped foot from the borders! 

it was not the first time the sterling woman had seen the sea, and yet still she paused in her step at its vastness. she did not hold the same love for it that her sun-born mate did, and yet still there was respect for the great sparkling expanse. yet there was little time to spare the sea much thought, for her recent chatterbox of a mate had issued a challenge - one she responded to with a fast grin and a raising of her tail. "oh, really?"  she poked, banner of a tail waving, molten gaze set on him. she was about to rebuke his offer of a head start when he wheeled and ran, and in a moment she was in pursuit.

the evershifting grains did indeed slow her, as if the earth rearranged itself beneath every footfall. and yet in a few moments, she discovered just how to move easier atop the sands, and in a few moments she caught up to aditya with a few great leaps and bounds. with a sharp cry of "you're it!"  and a sharp prod to his side, she veered off towards the surf, sand flying up with every backward kick of her paws.