Dragoncrest Cliffs Freshet

Even now, I don't remember much o' my first weeks. However, these moments would always be imprinted in my mind. I couldn't see, my eyes still sealed shut, but I felt the spray of oceanside mist. The salt on the wind. An' I wouldn't ever forget it.

The cold seaside wind chilled Elosie as she took her first breaths. Even in late April, the earliest hours of the morning held no sunshine in the sky. Only light casted by the fading moon. She didn't feed a substantial amount, but was rather more content with sleeping, dreaming of things she did not yet know of. 

The sound of the waves provided an constant, undying reminder. 

There's always music 'round you, if only you know how to listen. Always sights to see, if you know where to look.