Wheeling Gull Isle Every face along the boulevard

Maybe @Rokig ?

It was late evening when the sylph strolled down the moor, awash with misty blues and the light of the moon to guide her way. Her figure danced swiftly across the ground, little pools of water rippling as she moved. Her gaze of cerulean hues flicked back and forth along the horizon, though her attention was focused primaily on the fish hanging limp betwixt her jaws. The stars.

The stars were beautiful tonight, and she'd had a sudden thought - what was better than a meal underneath a midnight sky alight with twinkling dots? She could listen to the waves, taste the sea on her tongue, and fill her belly with the residents of the ocean, giving thanks to the water for the blessing of a meal.

And this was exactly what she intended to do.