Cerulean Cape In Nobody's Eyes, but Mine

Vanity drifted from the clutches of the island.
She didn't like it much there.
Closed in, cold, and it seemed they had to run away from stuff just happening which could kill them.
So that wasn't her muse as of late. Though the mountain ranges where exhilarating, the birds that hosted them were less so.

So the battered warlord returned to the mainland for a short spell, hoping to find a good forest to roll in.
But then a memory stuck her. Valkyr.
Up ahead was the splay of grasses with rocky outcrops and the unforgiving, life snatching drop into the ocean below where she'd found her travel partner again.
And lost her. again.
Imagine of she'd found her.
But no. Not today.

Rather she found a Tahoe tentatively tucking into some sort of sea critter she vaguely remembered to be called a crab. Or so the thinks, she wasn't close enough yet.
The woman chuffed softly, hoping to catch this other shore-wanderer's attention before she spooked him.