Ocean's Breath Plateau Don’t close your eyes.

All welcome to anyone in Moontide’s borders. Maybe someone she hasn’t met?

This evening, as the blue sky paled, making way for the blush of the evening, Raindrop had a bout of restlessness, which was not normal for her.  Yes, she liked to wander, but this was not a matter of the need to wander. With heavy breaths she emerged from the den, looking for some sort of respite from whatever this feeling was.

Perhaps it was thirst, and the pond she’d made her way to, in the east, ‘bout a mile from the den, would help satisfy it. 

She bent down to drink, lapping up the cool pond water, it tasted good, and while it felt refreshing, it still did not quench what she’d hoped it would. The next thing she decided to try was more walking. Her stomach felt heavy, with life, life that would soon be ready to come earthside, and how quick the time had neared. She could feel, physically, that they were beginning to become restless theirselves. This must be the cause, it had to be. She walked back towards the den, backtracking the way she came.

The world was quiet, nothing but the ocean’s breeze blowing her cheek fur, the frogs and crickets, the nightly chorus of creatures beginning their performance.