Blacktail Deer Plateau His son would think his father could do no wrong

This coast was always ours. She'd heard the stories of her mothers' lives, perhaps not in full detail, and knew that to be true. She felt much the same about the coast, having both inherited and developed a strong affinity for the ocean. Returning to the sea was a goal she kept within her heart, even if it wasn't a dream shared by her dam these days.

A piece of sea glass, said Nieve without hesitation. It only made sense, she thought. Something from her beloved ocean to represent her, and sea glass was one of Nieve's favourite things. A blue or green one, those are the prettiest. After a beat, she bounced the question back: What about you, mama?