Blackbeak Bluff It's a shame, it's a crying shame them's the brakes

The journey hadn't taken too much of a toll on Niamh, who was relatively fit and lean, and had her long legs to travel on. She felt assured that this was the right thing for her to be doing; she'd decided to put her warrior days behind her and pursue the trade of a scout or an abmassador- she wasn't sure exactly which specialty she wanted yet- but she'd figure it out along the way. She had to prove herself capable of change, and figured that this was at least a start. Though she had toyed with the idea of being a puppysitter, there weren't exactly young ones around for her to look after...And she wasn't sure she was the best influence just yet anyway. She'd have to wait until spring to figure that one out. 

She still remembered the softness that Coelacanth had had about her- about the hushed voice and sweet, azure blue eyes she had, and the way she'd invited Niamh to live at Undersea. Perhaps her life would have been completely different had she taken Seelie up on that offer- but there was no way to tell now. She'd been assured that she would always be welcome at the little island off the coast, so she made her way toward the coastline with the intention of crossing the landbridge to pay a visit to her gentle-hearted friend. It'd been almost a year since they'd met now- would she remember, and would the welcome invitation still stand? Regardless, it would be good for her to strike up that kinship, not only for her own wellbeing but for the Firebirds as well. With the way Wildfire ran the pack, she could only assume that having allies like Undersea would make things even better. 

Still...She didn't cross the landbridge as soon as she saw it; something caught her attention. It was a faint feeling, something that drew her eyes North along the coast and piqued her curiosity. Just a bare trace of a familiar scent had caught her attention, but had been so fleeting that it hadn't sparked a memory. Still, she'd decided to listen to these little notions- and headed North along the shore, to an area where the beaches became rocky and began to give away to cliffs. She was reminded of the cliffs where she'd rescued Towhee, after she'd tossed Screech over- but these weren't the same cliffs. And this was a much different time. Still, as she made her way along the bluffs, minding the edge of course, she couldn't help but feel as though something familiar had been stringing her along all this way- until she saw a familiar shape in the distance. 

She'd seen that colouring before, and again she was reminded of the first time she'd met Coelacanth. There had been sea lions laying on the shore, and they too had had dark faces and lighter coloured bodies. But this character was distinctly not sea lion-like[/i] in build, and those colours could belong to no one but @Caiaphas. Guilt struck Niamh, who nevertheless approached, head lowered to a neutral position and tail simply hanging but swaying still. She approached cautiously, having no clue how Caiaphas might react to the sight of her; as her cronies, Rosalyn and Erzulie, had treated her with nothing but ruthless hostility every time she'd seen them. She chuffed a quiet greeting, hoping her posture would at least appease Caiaphas enough to grant her an audience.