Ocean's Breath Plateau brushing up on irony

a howl bellows from the borders of moontide. though she purposefully took a longer, stranger route, racharra returns to the beach. the salty breeze greets her, but receives only the squinting of marigold eyes. with little fanfare the nebet waits to be escorted by one of moontide, red gem in clutch.

she'll have to speak to @Rodyn of Akashingo's plans for her, and hope to be led to the other tribes to extend the very same offer.