Blackbeak Bluff wind chaser

She has never known the sea before. This is only her second winter. By all accounts Charna's trajectory seemed to rise and fall in a slow arc that ended in a trivial death brought about by her own stubborn recklessness. She faces all situations with the same obstinacy that keeps men sweating under the covers, their bodies lit by an infection they refuse to take medicine for.

It'll heal on its own, they assure themselves.

I'll live where no one can find me, she often thinks to herself before she sleeps.

Who else lives out here? She flicks an ear backwards, as if shaking off rain.