Cerulean Cape lost in a concrete jungle

@Moath backdated to 3rd Jan

The sylph frequently strayed from the island that had generously gifted her shelter, and though regret stirred in the pit of her belly, she found herself unwilling to remain upon the shores of undersea for more than a few days at a time. Nightmares left hot ash at her paws, singeing her claws and cracking the pads - in the dead of night she would rise, restless and irritable, a pounding against her chest and a shiver down her spine; such tormented dreams, that she simply couldn't stay on her island for long stretches of time without the desire to rip off her chains.

The cape provided her with a breath of frigid air in the midnight hours, crisp and fresh to soothe the burn of her throat. Faeryn's wispy ears cupped forward on her crown to absorb the whistle of seabirds, gaze trained on stars dotting the ebony sky, where even clouds failed to mask their shine - if only she could fight against these dreams in such a way, but her chin rested dispairingly on her paws, eyelids drifting close...