Cerulean Cape Clouds will overspread the sky

In the beginning Esma had been apprehensive leaving her home behind for good. But John was a pleasant companion, who she trusted fully, and therefore over time she got used to the life on the road. During the day she collected the new impressions of the vast world that was so unfamiliar to her, and at night she dreamt of Riverclan and her mom. There together they went from one altar to the other, leaving offerings and chanting prayers. She found that she did not miss the bear gods, but there had been some comfort and familiarity with doing the rituals with mom. 

While she never ran out of things to talk about with John, she really had nothing to say to his young friend Boris. She had given her name and exchanged greetings in the mornings and during the day, wished "goodnights"  and "sweet dreams" in the evenings. But beyond that there was a void between them that Esma did not know, how to bridge with words alone. There weren't any. Yet. Maybe. Maybe John's god would interfere and fix things. Or it would be his plan to keep these two from forming a meaningful connection. Or it would be the third thing - letting things run their course and trust that the outcome would be the best for everyone involved. 

The first time meeting the ocean was spectacular. Esma had grown up with the chant of water all around her, but never had she seen anything so huge and massive. It swallowed the Earth and hid it from sight. Tentatively she leaned down to sniff at the water that was washing against her paws and a small wave hit her squarely in the muzzle. She snorted and sprang back, hackles raised, then approached to have a look again. "Is it alive?" she called out to John, so preoccupied with her own observations that she had completely missed, what he had told earlier.

@Boris - I kept Esma's interaction with him vague. If you want anything added or a separate thread, where they get to know each other, let me know!