Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

The reaper normally kept herself, collecting herbs she could find, and skittering away when any came near her. She noticed that there was an abundant of children within Rusalka, however there was limited adults. It came to the point that even she, a new member, became an Epsilon. She knew the rank was not deserved, but leftover. 

Then finally, the group seemed to move back. She followed alongside them and entered the moor- it wasn't near the coast, but seemed to give the same life as one. Grímnismál was used to the coast life, a familarity of sorts, and wasn't too comfortable to leave it just yet. This place didn't carry near the seasalt, as she passed, there was more shrubs and trees then alongside the sands. Her old isle' of course carried the same, around sprinkled with sandshine, then in the center with the forest. She usually laid near the outer side with her mother.

It felt nice to feel the seabreeze hit her so. She looked into the distance where the sea may be- thinking of a visit.