Ocean's Breath Plateau Scherzo Tarantella

Against the withering wind of a rainstorm that had passed over in early evening, Simbelmyne leaned, as if seeking support from the fickle, unseeable force of nature. She closed her eyes and breathed in the salty air, wetting her nose with a flick of her tongue. Already her own coat was anointed with the perfume of the coastline, briny and fresh. The humidity caused the fine strands of her fur to curl slightly. 

Her eyes shone when she opened them, to look out across the ocean toward the horizon where pink skies peeked out from beneath grey clouds. 

She could not summon the courage to go and search inland for her husband- not when she feared what she might find. In knowing his mind and his heart, she knew that his absence came not from choice, but likely from dire circumstance. 

So it was to the ocean she looked, knowing that it might be a safer horizon to search with her eyes. It would be better to see nothing at all, than to find him deceased.