Cerulean Cape A spoonful of tar

heda went ashore that day, compelled by hunting and an odd stirring, a response to the pulse of the springtime. what she found was a shimmering expanse of what might be aquamarine in the summertime, sand stippled with signs of living creatures above and below.
ignoring her hunger and her wandering for a moment, heda shut her eyes, lifting red-striped head into the saltwave of wind which flowed coldly across the currents and lifted her crimson nape. 
god was in all places.
further along the cape was a figure immediately familiar in a way that vaguely pinked her face. one of bartholomew's people, and yet different in appearance. 
he seemed part of the land.
"hello," heda said softly, slowing her approach. "are you all right?"