Shadewood a setting sun, or rolling waves at sea

Maiira had felt the quakes along with everyone else. She had stayed on the coast for about a week, specifically near the tide pools. They made for an easy meal. All she had to do was wait for the tide to come in and dump the pools full of little fish and oysters and other things, and then recede again. Then she would come out from wherever she had been and wander amongst the pools until her hunger was satiated. However, Maiira was a traveler, and staying in one place for too long often left her feeling a little on edge, a little unraveled. This could be exceedingly dangerous, for Maiira was already a little unraveled as it was. Her generally happy demeanor could turn sharp and brittle quickly if she did not get her way or was put out about something. 

Besides, when the quakes had not stopped, but had, in fact, gotten worse, she was inclined to believe that this was the Goddess’ way of telling her to move on. So, she breathed in the Mother Ocean for the last time, and then turned south from the coast and moved inward. Now, here among the elm trees, she wondered who or what she would meet next. What did the Mother have in mind for her, if anything? Or had she simply put meaning into a meaningless natural event? It was difficult to know, sometimes. But if one simply kept moving, one would eventually come to understand things. That had been her experience, anyways.