Stavanger Bay when I go

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glistening azure waves crash against themselves in the sea, white foam scatters across the surface of the water as the push and pull of the tide and ocean become stronger. she is observant in watching the sea, storm cloud eyes flicker with interest. she swallows her fear of the ocean for this moment, deep down, gracious is still cautious about the coast. the likeliness of a tsunami and storm sweeping her away again is small, very small. but not impossible, nothing is impossible anymore to the older woman. she's seen too much to make quick assumptions of things she does not quite understand.

she had been on other side of the coastline for the bay, large paws imprinting themselves in the wet sand as the tide pulls against her legs, encouraging her to enter the void of the ocean. gracious declines each and every time, the coldness of the water washing up against her keeps her awake. but something catches her attention. a fire in the distance.

practically glowing under the moon, gracious narrows her eyes to focus on the wolf before her. the air around him is... familiar. closer and closer she draws herself, before she pauses in her tracks as the feeling of realization rushes against her like the ocean breeze.

"aiolos..." she whispers to herself, nearly silent. her heart beat grows stronger and faster, she takes a tentative step forward, wondering if he recognizes her.