Cerulean Cape don't leave me drowning in your Sunday rain

The black-backed beauty of the Valley had carved her way back to the timetouched Wilds that Mirabelle had once called home.  She was not the same girl that had been here before; now she was a woman, and she had the scars to prove it. The willow-limbed druid allowed her dainty paws to mingle with the sea salt, sand collected in the fur between her toes.

She had been here once before.  She recognized the Cape and its unmatched beauty, and somewhere in the distance she would recognize Étoille.  

A high, keening call punctuated the roll of the waves to foreshadow her arrival, and she began to slowly close the distance between herself and the titan whose path seemed fatespun to cross with hers again.