Blackbeak Bluff friends in a previous life

Even now, settled relatively well into the role of Jade, Sobo was prone to wandering when he wanted to think.

He moved down the coastline at an easy trot. Hardly more than a brisk walk, really. A thin fog remained draped over the sea, refusing to be cut away by weak sunlight and giving the entire coast a melancholy feel. Perhaps that was the reason his thoughts had turned inward, and his feet had begun to move. He walked past the tall sequoias of Ankyra Sound to the adjacent cliffs and hardly noticed his surroundings as he went.

Until he approached the edge of them, where gulls and seabirds nested and the ground dropped away to sheer nothingness, and he remembered himself with a rapid blink. He dropped to his haunches there to admire the view of pale light glittering on the sea, seeming almost ghostly in the fog.