Ocean's Breath Plateau but in new york city, it rains

“Moontide. Be still.” 

Where words failed her, the lingering sound in her call remains crystal clear. She thunders through the sand and grass, bristling at the sound as anxiety whispers to her. Act. Put away your childish things. Be brave for once.

So she comes towards them, suspicious peridots looking over their coats and faces. A chuff, a small greeting, and a demand to know what their purpose is here.

phone post, can delete if you want Dutch to respond first!