Dragoncrest Cliffs twilight stone

Suzu could hear Sobeille breathing, as she pushed through the still, dark waters. She didn't look back toward the shore- she knew if she did, she would despair, knowing they were being quietly, calmly, pulled further out into the ocean. With every stride she drew closer to the edge of the riptide, though for every metre she swam forward, she was carried three more out to sea. 

A voice lifted from the clifftops, belonging to her mother. She was grateful for the direction- and glad she'd chosen the right direction to go. Perhaps the other way might have taken longer, and perhaps they would have been carried too far out to have any chance at swimming back to shore. "We're okay, Sobeille," She murmured, her voice burbling as water entered her mouth. She tried to go slowly enough so that the child didn't slip from her back, kicking out more with her back feet so she could keep her body as level as possible. In the riptide, the water was relatively calm, and it pulled from below the surface. 

She saw white caps and felt relieved, though she knew the fight would get harder yet. "Hang on to me!" She said, "As hard as you can- t'erebbbbbbb. Waves!" She exclaimed as a warning as they approached the edge of the riptide. 

Here, waves pushed back toward the shore- and having drifted out, the waves at first were gentle as she turned her back on the open waters and headed in toward the shore. She could see the edges of Dragoncrest Cliffs as they framed Sirensong Beach, and she could only hope that the current would take her back where the beach was flat. If they came up against the rocks, they'd have an even harder time trying to get back to the beach against the waves. The waves lifted and carried her forward, gently at first. Welcome surges that brought them closer and closer to land- but the waves began to crest as they neared the shore. Time and time again, she had to hold her breath to avoid inhaling the foamy waters as she was tossed about on the waves. At times, they were lifted high, only to have the wave roll out from beneath them and splash their faces with spray. 

At last- with one more great heave of the mighty ocean's power, they were lifted and when the wave crested, they came down, hard, but upon the sand. She reached for Sobeille, and with the waters continuing to push them forward, she dragged both herself and her niece to shore before she collapsed upon the dark sand.