Sea Lion Shores I see a wreck to windward

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Fractured heart drumming a faltering tattoo against the cage of her chest, the sylph shot up with a yiped cry of fear - pale eyes wild, rolling against their whites as they swept side to side. 

Were she human, she might've scrubbed her palms along the length of her features; slid those hands into the roots of her hair to gather and grasp at handfuls of it as if it could tether her to this earthly plane. As it was, the battered woman released a long-pent sigh of weariness, a sound like wind whispering through bare branches, fae eyes sliding shut for but a moment of reprise before ivory paws whirled of their own accord. 

It was only dawn as she hastened from the shadows, badger pelt draped about her slim shoulders for warmth and a tremble in her hitched gait that spoke of franticness. The sky'd been kissed with colors as soft and sweet as candyfloss, pinks and blues and peachy oranges wrapping the horizons of the heavens not unlike a fine shawl. 

She would not dwell on it - couldn't. 

There was a glint of some madness in her eyes as she pushed on, west, now that there was no longer any north to flee to. A harmless variety, to be sure, but detectable to the experienced eye: the insanity of a broken thing, the echo of insurmountable trauma. 

Running was all she had left. 

More than a fear, more than a focus, it had consumed her life. Desperation imprinted every footstep left in the sand, paranoia cast wariness over her shoulders. 

It followed the wyvern, even now as she trekked along determinedly, moonshine eyes flickering about - haunted by the nightly terrors as they numbly scanned the expanse of the mainland, a green blur of forests, open grassland, and distant mountains. 

As deadened as she felt on this morn, her wispy auds perked when the faint sound of barking hit them. Curiosity flooded her, though not alone, it brought dread along for company, halting Awenfen in her tracks - still as stone, save for the twitch of her butterfly ears as Hui strained to listen. 

With some strange, silent courage, the scarred sylph limped on, following the uproar of the sea lion colony to the outskirts of their beach claim. Drawn forward investigatively by the odd creatures, tapeesa moved to draw from the long grasses, quivering raspberry nose scenting the breeze, when the sight of him stopped her in her tracks. 

His back was to her, as he too seemed to be observing the clan of peculiar seadogs, yet she'd no idea if the male had detected her silent presence at his back. Broad and rugged, rough shag tangled with seawater, there was something roguish about the faceless stranger even from this sliver of a glimpse. 

Rooted by small, feathered paws, Awen shifted indecisively as anxiety brewed in her belly. Swaying gently, weight swinging to and fro, as the verdant reeds undulating in the gentle wind, debating whether or not she should dissapear back into their depths.