Blackbeak Bluff i brought my body to the altar

@Astaroth

Renard's understanding of what the ocean was was more theory than practice. A lot of stories. A lot of (bad) description. As it was turning out, theory had not been helpful. "Like a lake but bigger" didn't mean much when it came to putting a picture together in your head, which could at least justify the way they'd scoffed at the idea. No substitute for experience, and Renard knew that. Theoretically.

Somehow they were still surprised. None of that had done it justice. They gave a low whistle between their teeth, looking out over the edge of the cliff as the wind whipped back at them like it wasn't sure whether to push them over or away. They weren't bothered by heights but if anything was going to challenge that, it would be this view -- rolling grass all the way up to a sheer drop and the waves down below. Short stretches of sandy beach framed by jagged spikes of rock like teeth. And the water.

The lake thing hadn't been incorrect, persay, just grossly inadequate. It was much more than "bigger". From a vantage like this, it seemed endless.