Cerulean Cape this rainy day is temporary

The plateau had grown quiet over the coming weeks. Visitors had come and gone. So to did Pier; he had not seen the prince in quite some time.
Once again Valentine was a seasman with no crew. Teka would find twisted joy in reporting his failure, the damned bird. It bought about a feeling of humility he’d much prefer to ignore.
And ignore he shall. Valentine came down from his perch above the ocean and headed further north. He’d enjoy the silence as long as he could, at least until the hen came squeaking.
But it was not so silent here as he would’ve expected. The sound of footfall came louder and louder, and soon he spotted a woman on the sand. She was out of breath.
Running from something? He stopped a few feet away from her and balanced all his weight on one side. His signature smile was etched upon his face.