Ocean's Breath Plateau tinker

since arriving at moontide, alesya spent most of her time watching the waves.
the sea here was different from solovey. warmer, but more violent. it thrashes and spits out gray-blue foam along the coastline, the rocks and driftwood eroded and smooth. she misses the way solovey would freeze over at this time of year. she missed seeing how far you could walk along the thick ice before it cracked.
she startles when a shrill voice comes up from behind her. akh, she blinks crystals of sand from her eyelashes, sweeps at the mud with a billowing tail. a pretty, sandy girl with flowers in her hair; foreign-looking, at least to her. am alesya. i am shaman to moontide, yes?