Ocean's Breath Plateau seventy-second

tuna was not given explicit directions, perhaps feeling the freedom for the first time. and while she helped carry and shoulder the loads of goods they had to offer, her interest was not in trading. instead. tuna's eyes grew wide she saw the ocean for the first time in her life. she could hear it too, she smelt the salty winds and felt the sand beneath her toes for a little, and the grit was still so different from the desert and the mesa. 

many thoughts buzz in her head between those batty ears, though she can only focus on making the pleasantries that were asked of her. dressed in her humble kohl-winged eyes and that glittering snake skin senmut had made for her, tenderly wrapped around her neck and shoulders, tuna still served her best.

and when they were given their freedoms, and she saw the trading underway, she would slip away to the white caps of the water, and there an onlooker would see her pure coyote glee of having the water rush over her little toes.