Ocean's Breath Plateau taimma ➻

Revui wanted to get a good look at wherever that Clay boy resided at the very least; however, as soon as the mountains were gone from his sight he found himself roaming more freely, and further afield than what was required of him. The trip was intended to be swift: a day or two at most. Instead it took Revui that long to reach the northern beaches, and another full day to eschew the imperious mountain range that cleaved between regions.

He had never been interested in navigation before, nor the study of the world around him despite all of his travels, and yet when he saw the sea for the first time he was awe-struck. Never before had a view been so overpowering to him. The rolling black water frothing at the rocks, ceaseless and roaring. He could not get enough of it once the taste of the air settled in his throat; the boom of the waves against the granite coastline reverberated through him in the same manner that the quakes had — and he could not help the flight of fancy that demanded he hunt for the creature responsible. There was no such creature, but sometimes while watching the shimmer in the water, he could have sworn he'd seen something staring back at him.

By the end of the week he knew he was overstaying his welcome; he should turn back, make good on his fealty to the Bruin-witch. He would stay one more night by the sea, Revui reasoned — cresting a rise that spat him out atop a barnacled plateau — just one more night.