Dragoncrest Cliffs of anactoria who is not here;

the outing brought with it no small amount of apprehension for the seaborne girl, who had been made cautious by nature, a trait that could only be unmade by age and experience. even so, the sights and smells captivated her; none quite so much as the sun-limned line joining ocean and horizon, the distant rhythmic shifting of waves past the dawnhazed silhouette of mother-made-barricade. coraline dared not attempt any sort of escape, but her longing was made obvious by doleful northward glances cast intermittently even as she dipped her toes into the crisp saltwater of the tidepool with far more grace than any of her siblings had thus far displayed. the intrigue of it was an appreciated distraction for the girl, if sporadic, and after several moments she put her pining on pause to reach further in with one paw in an attempt to bat at the starfish; the action was motivated by curiosity and pride in equal measure, spurred partially by hopes of succeeding where loko had failed (though she had, of course, pretended not to notice his attempt).