Cerulean Cape t'as même voulu t'faire ma mère hein

 

it was the swell of power under the waves that enamored annunziata, who had never seen such tactile and commanding grace in nature before. the buoy of cerulean water and the slap of the pounding sound was all new to the woman, who drank in the sights with child-like wonder.

the fury of the beach was not the only mighty thing to muster annunziata's attention that day. her hazel eyes had wandered from the rising waves to a shadowlicked figure, which she suspected seemed to have noticed her. oddly, he hadn't approached. annunziata lifted her muzzle in attention, ears pressed ahead as she watched the stranger wordlessly. as he pulled closer, she caught the arc of a heavily squinting gaze - unsure if it was directed to her, the fair woman simply clapped her jaws shut and sat in the sand, curious to see if he would pass her by entirely (as it appeared he fully intended to do) or change his mind and seek her company.