Dragoncrest Cliffs But Icarus climbs higher still in the sky

The waves pulsed slowly at low tide. A glimmering first quarter moon hung above the horizon, its light shattered across the rippling surface of the ocean like a cast of shining diamonds. With the waves so withdrawn, it was an excellent time for Suzu to check the fish trap she and Swordfish had made- though thus far, it had failed to to much more than catch long ribbons of kelp that dried in the sunlight, and had turned the wood dark. 

Still, she was hopeful every time she went down the beach to check, though that hope had begun to fade. And every time she checked the trap alone, it reminded her that Swordfish was away...How long had it been, now? She wondered to herself as she approached, and saw that little was left behind by the tide aside from more glistening, wet kelp. She dug around in it, to see if perhaps a crab had gotten tangled, but nothing seemed to have been trapped. 

She left the trap and headed for the long, flat stone that sat halfway up the beach, never truly being submerged by the tides. It was a nice place to catch the sun in the daytime, and now, at night, it was a fitting place to indulge her melancholy. She hopped up on it, and flopped down on her belly, staring out to sea. 

She couldn't remember exactly how long Swordfish and Quennell were supposed to be away for- but the days dragged on, and she couldn't help but feel that they'd been gone away too long.