Totoka River keep the calm before the storm

Hope it's ok if Pier jumps in :-)

The water from the river split into a series of curves that drew themselves in sinuous tangent to the horizon. He made his way towards the ocean, a prussian streak in the sky.

Though he had only been with Skua for a few days, the masked man was often out of his sight. Pier found himself without routine and without schedule; the freedom that had fallen so readily into his hands made him feel uneasy.

Someone near the shore caught his attention - a russet girl, her narrow shoulders toggling left and right as she dug into the snow.

Looking for something? He asked. Talking to children was an art he was far from mastering.