Seaside Moors who this time am I to persuade

"dat would be fine, kaertok. t'ank you." and she truly meant it; chest swelling with a breath, she turned back to miranda. "dat way," motioning, the line of her muzzle pointed toward the sea, "dere be a shoreline wid white sand and coconut trees. go dere, look, an' den come back, please."
shoulders squaring. "i am going to de river," she declared, again gesturing in the vaguest direction of the firebirds. "we meet here in anot'er hour."
tasks relayed, the courtesan swept them both with an inscrutable glance and then moved off at a direct clip, inland but not so far as to overlap kaertok's trajectory.