Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

For @Ivev. Set on the northernish coast, somewhere~

After some deliberation, she returned to the coast once again. For days she had not seen or hear of Tonravik, but the same could have been said for many of their followers. Echelon often worked solo, it was simply how she was. The delay in tracking them down or even catching a glimpse of them was, well, unfortunate, but it was also their way. Even the lumbering oaf Suinnak had managed to stay hidden from her… but she didn't bother looking for him anyway. She felt at that point if he was lagging behind any of them, they wouldn't have been hard to find.

Instead the young Tartok scout had taken the time to begin her lay of the land. It was out of habit, as she knew their lands in the north rather well from end to end. Her dark, flighty behavior had kept her alive thus this far, and she hoped it would continue to do the same. Along the coast she feared little and in turn, chose to rest sphinx-like on the gritty ground. Here the salt would permeate, masking her travels well. But something else had captured her attention altogether. Storm clouds gathered out to sea as far as she could tell, clouds that she knew — or thought she knew — all to well. They seemingly rose up and out of the great water itself, and she found herself wondering if they would come ashore in time and rain down great amounts of salt to taint the waters even more.

django django — firewater