Cerulean Cape and as the stone founders underneath the sundered sea of red and reed

she's taken to walking the fringes of the coastline, for the sea has much to offer her now. here and again it will deposit upon the strand brine-encrusted pickings that sate the hunger that comes now and again, and the brine and wind do a good enough job of masking her scent. the burn is still settled close to her skin, dissuaded now and again when she plunges abruptly into the sea and the cold of it has the heat withdraw to a glowing ember inside her chest. and when she returns to the strand it expands slowly and surely, until it is overwhelming and she returns to the cold embrace of the sea. for days now this has been her cycle, into the arms of the sea and back again, pausing now and again to search for water or food. it is the latter she's stumbled upon low, and she drags the body of a king crab back from the waves, settling down some distance away to pry at her new prize.