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

part of sobeille worried that chani had deeper senses than her; that she would reach deep into the untapped pool that was her ancestors' genetic memories, and pull out from it the squalling, ripe meaning of this place.

cold relief washed over her windwhipped skin. she shared with chani one last solemn glance to this cold place, before she fell in step behind her cousin -- eager to leave the scouring cry of the wind here to desolate some other hall, just not her own.