The sea stretched out before her eyes, and she could hear it lapping at the beach in its slow crawl up the sand and back again. It would've mystified her months ago, but now... It was just water, coupled with the nasty smell of rotting fish and salt. The girl scoffed at the surf as she strode on by it, her gaze rueful as she peered along the sandbar at the birds coasting on the hot currents. Her gait was slow and steady, with a confident thrust of each leg propelling her forward - as if she had somewhere important to be.
But there was no such place.
When an errant gull chose to drift a bit too close to her, she paused and bared her fangs at it - lifting her lip and letting out a surly warning. The bird shrieked in response but did not leave. Something dropped from the birds location and nearly landed on Khatera's nose - narrowly missing its mark and splattering before her paws - and she recoiled in distaste. The scent of the bird's runny excrement was suddenly full-force in her nostrils.
Ugh, nasty! You piece of shit bird, you almost butt-bombed me!
the girl rallied in to the air, her voice carrying above and beyond the roar of the waves. Her face crunched and crinkled as she side-stepped the splodge of white that discolored the stones, and she began to make her way once more up the beach.