Yuna had intended to go fishing from her favourite tiny sheltered beach, but she had second thoughts when she saw the size of the waves. It was like being back on her islands, which had frequently been buffeted by storms. Wisely she kept her distance form the water’s edge and instead sat watching the magnificent cresting waves crashing into the sand and being hurled against the curve of rocks between her and open ocean. The time alone was good for her, she told herself, but it was certainly an odd feeling, loneliness when you were surrounded by an entire pack. Fur fluffed up against the rain, occasionally shivering a little because the temperature was much lower now than it had been during summer shows, she simply watched the water. Even in a storm surge,
So lost in her thoughts was Yuna she didn’t notice the incoming tide until she realized she would no longer be able to walk back to the caverns the way she’d come, along the beach - it has been obscured, the waves now meeting the rocks on either side of her beach. While she knew this little stretch of sand well she’d never been here for a storm surge, and she knew they could push the waves up far higher than usual. She decided to stay where she was and monitor the situation before she went climbing out over the band of boulders that separated her from the next strip of beach that would take her home - nor entertaining thoughts of climbing up the cliff that rose directly behind her, which would bring her into the hillsides. She could certainly do so, being surefooted and confident while on most coastal terrains. But with the fog and the rain creating such low visibility, there was no need to take any unnecessary risks. She wasn’t yet in danger.
((I’m picturing Yuna on that tiny bit of beach you can see when scrolled to the top of the cove’s background image, just above your avatar ;) ))
May 10, 2017 05:45 AM
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