Stavanger Bay Take some books and make a smoothie

Each week or so, Huā had made her way down to the beach at some point or another, looking to see whether the waters might lower with time. She did not want to keep her people stuffed up in the forests forever; they deserved their return to the safety of the island, though presently nature had forbade it. Today she looked out across the sea to the island, and saw there the thin line of the land bridge: still partially submerged, but recovering as far as she could see, a sign that their time on the mainland would soon draw to a close. A soft smile to herself, and then the siren's gaze pulled away from the sea and to her surroundings on the bay again. 

Quiet days like these were perfect, she thought, as she began to stroll lazily across the earth, recalling how she had met here with faces like Abaddon and Nefris. Her time in the wilds was much younger than Wraen's, but somehow she felt she had lived a lifetime here already. She had never known she might flee home and find a new one among people who were once strangers, make a pack, find enemies and allies and crushes. 

Huā looked up again, realizing she had drifted into thought and stopped paying attention- and found ahead, a grayish woman sitting comfortably there on the shore. Huā would not recognize her just yet, and thus only approached slowly with an amiable chuff.