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Once she'd gotten Radcliffe settled and fed to wait out the storm, Moorhen had returned to combing the beach. It seemed as though a lull had taken hold of the coast for the moment, and the raven intended to enjoy it before being forced to hunker down once more.

She was surprised to see a stranger upon the shores - not just because of the hour and the temperment of the sea, but because the woman was the flat, smokey silver of stone. Moorhen was oddly entranced by the stranger's beauty, and thus, her voice was almost gentle as she chuffed her greeting, her natural instinct to be poor-tempered warring with an odd desire to get close to strange creature before her.

"Hallo," she greeted, her mind slipping for a moment as she offered a greeting slightly more accented than her usual tones. But although it was a different language, the greeting was near enough to the common tongue that Moorhen did not bother correcting herself.