atraxia

This thread will be at the place Nemo is currently discovering with Atticus, which I'll call Cerulean Cape! Looks a bit like this except the rock would be one indigenous to the region!

the ocean. this place was truly her home. she had been raised on its shores, had fought in its waters and both fallen and risen as the tide might. to be away from it was a strange thing, but at least she could return. anemone rested upon the cool sands a good distance away from the bitterly cold water, ears swiveling atop her head attentively in case any intruders were about. anemone would come here now and again, walking miles to have her peace. the l'amour had no thoughts of leaving the vale; as long as this place could be visited regularly, she would be content. anemone did not know what she thought of her new life. idle thoughts filled her head, as they often would when narcissus or hawthorne were not around to distract her with the bald face of reality. would she find hawthorne? she was not sure, but she would continue to look. he could not go too far, could he? not hawthorne. of them all, she was the bold one; it would be she who would run hundreds of miles away from home. no, hawthorne ought to be around, else she had missed him already. she pushed herself into a sit, heaving out a heavy sigh, and at last her eyes moved from the waters to survey her surroundings. she had been alone for a while, but anemone knew better than to think that this peace would last forever.