Cerulean Cape there's an open wound placed upon my heart

With grasslands trickling into beach that led to the sea, then full view of its expansive horizon beyond, it felt a little too tempting to let it seize her full focus and then some--all of her with it to simply give in to that spellbinding feeling of nostalgia and times long gone. But all the very same, it brought a reminder of a strength she could have forgotten she had from underneath all of the sorrow of lately. The salty breeze ruffled her coat, perhaps taking with it some of her miseries, she thought to herself. Or, hoped, rather. She had grown tired of carrying them, though she knew she could never shed them completely. The resilent Drakru blood in her knew she must reshape, and adapt, even if it hurt like nothing else.

However, for a curious turn of her attention, she soon saw she was not alone. From her periphery, someone approached. Quickly at first, though soon to slow when she closed in--and this approach carried a small but notably marked wolf towards her. Opalia eased into her own stop before she could get suspicious, and gave it a pivot to face the oncoming company. Hei, stranger, she greeted in her typical fashion when there was no familiarity for her to work upon just yet. Then, to prove she was a neutral company maybe even able to be conversational, she asked:  Passing through?