Gilded Bay In the wet grass out back, we spread the sheet

@Nimueh
The temperature had begun to meander above the freezing point, leading Sibyl to feel fairly free in approaching the coastline- a place which was enchanting with its tidal surges, but also a place which reminded her to be cautious, nonetheless. The gulls overhead hung on the changing winds which made them laze in swinging patterns on the invisible air, and occasionally their high, piercing cries disturbed the regular rush and flow of the wavesong. 

Disinterested in the birds above, she set out for the sandy beach and began to rove this way and that, searching the shorelines for anything that spoke out to her, or anything that she might be able to use later. She knew what to look for- but wasn't entirely sure she'd find it here.