Ocean's Breath Plateau Dreamer

The sea wasn't gentle today. It wasnt kind, but it wasn't cruel. Everytime water rushed up shore, it was cold.

It tickled her pads. Like a million little critters were hugging her feet, and then they quickly fled away! But it was different, and euphoric. It was magical as it was wildly entrancing; yes, Legend was entranced. For all its gloom and cold deeps, was there anything more beautiful?

Wonderstruck, and lucid.

Here in the world. Alive. So much so that the approach of erpa-ha was unnoticed beyond the crash of water and roar of even the most gentle waves. Dainty, as if the waves were going to prick her with each step, it was with a low hesitation that she walled forward in the waters. Just enough that her pads were covered. A lowered head, flittering ears, and a twitching nose, the ocean smelled so strange. It burned, almost, but when she pulled away the beach winds were fresh! She'd never seen anything like this before. Never once. Never twice. There was no glued smile upon her mouth. But her eyes! They were curious and wondrous. So, so curious.

Her eyes trailed up the legs of Senmut by chance, or perhaps by the inevitably that she turned her head.
Or had she noticed him all along?

He did not speak. And nor did she. But she stared at him, and there was a battle of focus between him and the sea, torn. He was erpa-ha. And she was mazoi. She forced herself to look upon him only, after a final longing stare to the ocean.