Caspa's social skills were currently firmly on autopilot, and not really connected to her logical mind, so she absentmindedly took the comment of 'beautiful' to be Blind's name. The mistake was not to be revealed, however, as watching the dawn rays spread through the sea-spray pale gold was a sight overpowering enough to take away what little capacity for speech that had existed. All she could think was God is out there, a comment which didn't lend itself to casual conversation. The other wolf's laughter merged into the scene seamlessly and Caspa could only take it as a manifestation of the playful way the water jumped and bobbed, dappled with brand new sunlight.
Hours seemed to pass but it could have been seconds, as the trance began to return, uncalled for, and Caspa closed her eyes again, trying to gather her thoughts away from the hypnotic movement of the waves but immediately her consciousness was falling into white space, reality's sensations dying away again, but this time there was no coming back. She felt an involuntary shivering running over her skin, and mustered up the energy to feel faintly concerned: enough to open her eyes, but it made no difference to anything. There was nothing but light, and Caspa felt light, lighter than the air, and the rock beneath her seemed to drop away and all was white and blank and pure. She had fallen; slumped sideways with a soft sigh, and crumpled into a leggy heap on the grass at the foot of the boulder.
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