Blackbeak Bluff Shadows of the night appear...

Taikon had not come from anywhere near the ocean. Riding Mountain itself was quite far from the coast, but after leaving the Farukans, he had travelled far and wide. A handful of times he had found himself traversing the beaches of the Pacific. It had seemed a largely inhospitable place to him. Prey in the area was strange and difficult to tackle. Scavenging seemed the only reliable food source.
He had made a point to return many times because of its beauty, however. Usually, this was during the day.
The stranger said this was her first night view of the sea, at which Taikon looked briskly to her, smiling broadly. Envy me? What I would give to experience this again for the first time, he said, gesturing to the grand display before them.
Indeed it was a great thing. The waves rippled beneath them, glinting the light of the moon as they broke. Hearing the crashes of many without the ability to see them was somehow thrilling. The sea birds were absent, safe and sound on their rocky coves. Without their cries, it was only the purity of the ocean.
I'm Taikon, he introduced with a slight bow.