Blackbeak Bluff she stands cold, she stands hollow

at the edge of the cliffs, she sat and watched as a storm rolled in to the coast. snowflakes danced and swirled over sluggish, powerful waves— trailing closer and closer to shore. she remained still as wind buffeted the cliffs, her thick winter undercoat protecting her from all but the strongest blasts of sea breeze. this was meant to be a comfort, to hear the whispers of the sea and hold them close to her heart, but the hollowness in her chest only seemed to expand with each crash of waves against the rocks.