Stavanger Bay lost in the city of angels

After Dwin's conversation with Towhee, the young Blackthorn had continued to walk west and had spent the last few weeks in the lands that are not marked on the map we have known so well for many years. Thus she had also escaped the watchful eye of her narrator and only now emerged from the woods with a mischievous grin and cheeky glint in her green eyes. In time she would tell about her adventures in Terra incognita, but for now it seems that even characters need a personal space, that their creators cannot access. 

She had chosen to walk along the shores now - there were days, when heat on the mainland was almost unbearable and the wind and presence of water made it easier to traverse the lands. She enjoyed the touch of sand against her paws and how wind ruffled her fur. Unlike her first stint in the wilds, where she had struggled with being alone, now she had learned to immerse herself in solitude and gain strength from it. Often, when all thoughts had been thought out (for the lack of a better word), the girl enjoyed becoming one with her surroundings. Letting the world in and observing every detail on her way. 

She had taken a break and a well-deserved nap in hole she had dug in the ground and in the shade of a large rock. Therefore remaining obscure to the new arrival, who - in Dwin's opinion - shattered the beautiful music of the waves, wind and sea-gull cries like a panicked elephant in orchestra pit. Dwin pulled herself up from her comfy bed and peered over the rock at the intruder. "What made your life miserable to deserve such high praise?" she asked curiously, drawing closer, while keeping her posture neutral.