Bare feet fly quietly through the shallow water, barely a splash made with each step. A sharp cry of a gull calls out its loneliness from the sky above, and then an answering call from the one striding across the shallow tide. The wild winds of the sea are quiet this day, only occasionally making its presence known to those upon the beach.
The breeze itself gentle in its spray, barely noticeable on the woman's skin. The sand and shells contrast to the gentle water in their roughness, pressing harshly to the smooth skin of her feet, though she pays it little attention for her mind currently is focussed on another matter. The cool feel of the ocean water soothes any harshness felt from the gritty sand and shells.
A distinct smell of the ocean wafts along the breeze. The freshness of the waters and the richness of the sandy beach bringing a fond smile to her lips. Oranges and pinks and purples alight in the sky as the warm sun begins its decent across the horizon. The cloudless sky proudly bears the colors, casting a glow upon everything it touches. The golden vision makes the elf pause in her hurried movements. A smile of appreciation forms and she stares at the horizon for a few moments, before she shakes her distraction off and continues her hurried steps.
The woman in question holds tightly to the hem of her cerulean tunic, using it as a makeshift bowl for a copious amount of glittering shells. A mischievous look creeps into her eyes, as her hand dips down to pick up a small hermit crab.
"Hello friend." She says, her voice clear and calm. She brings the creature up, level to her eyes. "Be careful. I would not want you to be hurt by those who walk these shores."
She gives the crab a small smile and carefully sets it back in the sand, watching as it crawls off, hopefully to a safer location. The willowy limbs of the elf continue their trek through the sands and water, occasionally bending down to pick up and examine a shell or rock.
Eventually her journey across the shore comes to an end, to a small whicker basket sitting atop a very unamused sable steed. The horse seems to raise an eyebrow at her, if that was possible and whinnies impatiently.
"What?" She asks teasingly. "Why did I not bring the basket in the first place? Well that is not very fun, don't you think?"
The steed would probably roll his eyes at this point if he could. The elf dumps the contents of her make-shift tunic bowl into the basket with a clatter.
"Oh come now, friend. I did not leave you for too long!"
Another whinny.
"Oh fine, I am sorry. Do you forgive me now?" She asks as she takes the crown of dried seaweed from her head and places it atop the steed's own.
This time the majestic creature stamps in happiness and kneels down for her to sling herself up onto his back.
"Thought so, my friend. Now, how about we go home and we can listen to the waves and songs of the sea? And perhaps some tea for me."
With that the sable colored horse neighs and begins its trot across the beach back to the little cottage made from driftwood and stone.
