Dragoncrest Cliffs Built to last but prone to fall

Rosalyn smiled and brushed her muzzle lightly over his eager forehead. Then she stood and began to lead the way towards the shore. There were stony places that would hold his first experience with the deeper ocean. The rite of passage into its waves was not something they officially held, but the tide pools seemed to always be an entry lesson for the gifts she held. Occasionally the dangers as well.

At night the sea swells. She presses inward to take what she can, but she can only reach so far. When she leaves in the morning, she will leave pieces of herself behind. It is a gift, just like the things found buried in the sand. Rosalyn explained as she led the way, traveling at a pace that would suit his short stride. She was not sure where she had heard this story - it's memory predated any of the shores near here. Someone important had said it once and now she acknowledged it as truth.

That is why you must respect her and wait until you are older, and stronger, to test her waves. She is happiest taking the ones who think she is harmless. Never let her rise to your shoulders. Chacal would likely teach them the ways of the ocean as she let them explore the shallows and play in the surf. It never hurt to repeat.