Seaside Moors although I'm itty-bitty, sittin' pretty

"how did dey do it? how can one live here?" she murmured into sobeille's ear, at last pressed to find a place away from the tearing wind where they might speak. however, a cursory glance of the land at length suggested they would have to walk.
still, there was a hard dominance to the place, a regality that had lent itself to scraping a palace out of the moorweald. every breath of air was tinged in salt, and a glance backward showed the broad expanse of endless ocean.
a cluster of spindly trees leant together, and it was toward this place chani headed now.