Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

@Wintersbane

The storm had barricaded her path back to the island.

Faeryn had crossed the land bridge to the mainland after returning home so that she could track the path of the river, eager to keep herself updated on the life outside of Undersea - with any hope, she'd prevent the fleeting ideas of wandering and travelling that frequently plagued her; it was the nightmares, the sylph had concluded. The nightmares. Ravenous fires, rivers of red and the stinging, charring of flesh: for some reason, every few nights the terrible dreams would sink into her skull and jolt her beneath the moon. Every few nights she acquired the to impusle to run. Trapped, trapped, trapped -- but she was not a coward, she was adamant not to allow herself to flee, so the Renoda attempted to conjure a plan:  on the occasional morning, when the tide was low, she would cross and explore.

Silvery fur glistened in the streaks of gold: the sun scarcely peeked through monochrome clouds but when the grey coat ripped, a stream would trickle out before it was looped back into the haze. The sea nymph had found herself without a trail home, and sought to busy herself in the frigid wind -- the river had been promising (it was also her reason for departure), snaking up the coast and dissolving into the distance; she had travelled this route before, and thought it comforting to walk on a path she knew so well. 

Soft steps took the elf girl forward, moving with untold grace - cerulean sparkled from the pools of her eyes, trailing the horizon with shifting tides. Soon, she told herself, soon you will return.