Otatso Wetlands You can pay uncle sam with the overtime

No, actually, a light shake of her shoulders, early July humidity clinging to her with strong hands. I've never gone north of the Sunspires. Maybe one day, if I have the time, though. Musing aloud to a stranger, and she knows this, but oversharing was an art Wren was masterful in. That's the one thing that sucks about being in a pack. I love it, I do, and I thought maybe I was done wandering, but... apparently not. Because here I am.
She wonders what a beach might look like. Having grown up in a land of inland hills and rivers, sprawling greenery and wiry ferns, the mere concept sounds foreign. The valley was the closest to familiarity she'd had yet to find — familiar enough, but not where it made her heart squeeze with burning memories.
What's it like, the coast?