Deepwood Weald Diddly dee

Chip had decided that oceanic life probably wasn't for her. As much as she enjoyed chasing (and fighting) the waves, she missed the warmth and calm of the forest. The ocean was so noisy in comparison, and she wanted some got dam peace and quiet. Maybe some folks liked the constant crash of the waves, but it woke Chip up more often than it put her to sleep.

The girl had made her way into a quiet, moody forest. At least she thought it was quiet and moody. Then again, she didn't mind the way her feet barely made a sound on the soft forest floor. Nor the way hardly any light seemed to seep through in certain places, despite it being the middle of the day. She heard a few forest animals skittering about, but nothing like the obnoxious, ceaseless water that kept hitting the beach over and over again. This was tons better.