Cerulean Cape is it awaiting on a new moon day?

It was already as if she'd had all she could take. Meeting one Rusalkan had been enough to send her to the coast. She needed a breather from the nonsense of those people. She had headed out from the plateau, through Ravensblood forest and out to the shore. 

As she sat right by the waves she felt that the condition of the beaches had become better. The waves weren't as angry as they'd been before. Instead they lapped at her charcoal paws, occasionally crashed upon her knees. Like a rope tugging her down, down, down, she found herself striding further in. Letting the waves soak her legs, now her pelt, now letting them lap at her neck and conceal her like a blanket. Before she knows it, she's swimming further out, occasionally dipping her head under the waves and submerging herself completely. Finding peace there, among the waves.