Ocean's Breath Plateau i just need to speak and bespoke

@Valentine

Of all the things Diaval had never seen and did not know, the ocean was certainly quite something. He wasn't sure if he liked it. The smell of salt, the scream of seabirds, and the cut of sea wind in his fur. He found the open, endless, vastness of the sea uncomfortable and when he looked at it too long, he felt like the ground beneath his feet was shifting. It was always steady underneath him when he jerked his head down to check but the dizziness kept him from staring at the water for too long.

The thing was, on the coast, the ocean was all there really was to look at.

That was what had driven him to look higher. And where he stood on the green plateau, the sound less and smell more pleasant than overwhelming, it seemed like the seaside wasn't all that bad. Maybe it was telling that moving away from the ocean had caused him to feel better about it but standing on the edge and looking out at the deep blue, Diaval almost forgot what his complaints had been.