Sea Lion Shores she's the first in line at the party

@Ford! Hope this's alright
a light dusting of snow covered the strand, forming unstable drifts against the tallest ridges of sand. the greyscale huntress stiffened her shoulders against the wind that sought to constantly destroy and rebuild the drifts, icing over the smaller of the pools. in the winter, and the magic was leached from this shore; she remembered haze cloud touched skies and refletions in pools, not the best of times, but idealized and romantasized now. whatever is meant to be for us will come true. she huffed, standing then and moving towards the sea, wading in up to her hocks and waiting for the bitter cold of it to remind her of the here and now. it was not as cold as she would have expected, but it was enough, and her thoughts turned instead to the hunt and her next meal, and whether or not the ocean would yield anything edible in this season.