Gilded Bay [m] Chapter ONE: Washed Out

@Iaghe for reference. Meet up soon :)

It had been months since he had last seen her. Months since he had stayed where they last slept. Months since she left with no goodbye...

He'd tried searching for her. Tracking her using his honed hunting skills, but to no avail. He continued his search, but over time his search turned into wandering. Turning him into a lone boat drifting with the tide.

He thought of her some nights. When the sky was dark and the moonlight lit the white clouds in the sky against the speckled stars. And he could envision her in the dark foam tides of the ocean. But her memory was fading and he grew vexed with himself over the thought that he should have... could have done more.
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Following the coast down he returned to the Gilded Bay. The smell of salt in the air and how it drifted over the ocean biting little nips of the cold breeze under into his coat. As he walked over and through the various slopes a noticeable temperature difference occurred in the wind-broken dips.

Reaching the top of another hill he saw it in the distance. A figure rising from the water's edge, weak and washed in with the tide.

Was it a flash back... a memory... no this isn't how things had played out. Was he still seeing things? All of these thoughts rushing through his mind as he broke out into a gallop over the Bay and towards the figure.

But as he approached, the figure became more materialized. A female form drenched in water but what he imagined to be black and white was instead accented with golden browns. And though she was of smaller stature, should she not been smaller?

His pace slowed to a trot. Then a walk. He gently approached her before halting a few paces away. 

She faced away from him as he "Ex... Excuse me... Miss?"