Sea Lion Shores and she won't wake for no shouting

@Revui
forward dated to the 11th!
64F, rainy, 2pm

the line of the coast is more familiar now. bays and cliffs and forest, all uniformly buried in the deluge. yunxu cuts a thin and wiry figure, windswept and bedraggled in the rain, fur flat to his skin. he snorts water irritably from the tip of his nose.

does it never stop raining here?

he’d expected leaving home would be unpleasant; it has been, in the expected ways. rain chasing him nonstop for seven days was hardly expected.

but worse has failed to stop him before. he sweeps along the coast, picks his delicate way over the rocks. the wind sends waves crashing over stone; the path is slick with rainwater and algae but yunxu moves with practiced ease, withstanding the seaspray with hunched shoulders and face half-turned from the shore.

the sea lions must be present for their scent to still be this strong. yunxu squints through the mist and cloud and into the rocky shoals, searching out their shapes. as familiar as the sea is, salt and sand and waves, this foreign shoreline isn’t quite the same.