Stavanger Bay silent sleeping indigo

@Wintersbane

Zsuzsa finally made her journey to the Sequoia Coast with predawn at her paws. The concept of the ocean captivated her as soon as she learned about it. She did not know what the entity of the ocean was, but it somehow knew her, and couldn’t resist its call. Something about the atmosphere was different here. It was breezy with a mineral scent in the air. Lighter and more fluid like the weightlessness of her gait as she drew closer to what was literally the ends of the Earth. The coast peeled itself back from the dense inland forests to grasses. She only made it to the grasses when her attention was averted by a scent—a singular boundary.
 
Pausing at this border (which was fresh in marking, not of many, but a prominent one), her silver eyes surveyed the land beyond the intangible boundary. It was flat and went forever but instead of endless green… the distance shifted from a tan color to blue. A blue that went on to what seemed like infinity. She never saw a thing like this before and her gaze competed in a mile-long stare with the vastness before her. An active current of breeze came from the distance and it was not like the soft breeze felt in a forest or in the valley of a mountain. It was something unorthodox and raw. A whine reverberated from her throat, lowing her muzzle to quietly sniff the scent once more, considering her possibilities.
 
Zsuzsa traveled for several moons now on her own. No matter how far she physically ran, mentally she was still running. Still disturbed. These haunting sentiments aged her psyche. The beckoning of the indigo horizon before her would bring her back to the present moment. It was as if the oceanic breeze combed its invisible touch through her fur, reassuring her she found a refuge that was neither kind nor cruel but accepting of her regardless of the past. She was stuck in place at this boundary, whether it was by the marked scent or deeply entranced by the horizon before her.