one morning fair

[Vimala Misra]

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yay fishing. near the lighthouse. backdated to 8.24

word count // 249

Vimala had spent the remainder of the night wandering around the territory, heading in the direction that she hoped would lead to the ocean. She had managed to find shelter and get a few hours of sleep, but excitement awoke her soon after dawn as she remembered the task she had been assigned. Following the scent of the crisp ocean breeze, the woman moved closer and closer to the shore in her two-legged form, stopping her trek only to look upon the strange structure in the distance. A tall, cylindrical building jutted from the horizon across the water. Vimala's golden eyes focused on it for a few moments; she had never seen something like this before.

She decided that she could get a better look at it once she was closer to the ocean, so she continued to press forward until her paws met sand that was almost the color of her coat. The water here was fairly calm, with a few gentle waves rolling toward the shore. There was a small sandbar covered by shallow water here, not nearly long enough for one to walk all the way to the lighthouse, but perhaps sufficient to get past the rougher breakers close to land. Vimala wasted no time in wading through the water, peering below her to look for the sparkle of scales. She had forgotten for the moment that someone else was supposed to accompany her; for now she was too distracted by the ocean and her surroundings.