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Myrika Tears · 03-19-2012, 06:45 AM

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Myrika was glad to be free of the mountains behind her. They felt wrong, somehow -- as if they passed between the monuments to this former civilization, the place where they'd all come from, in some way or another. The tawny coyote squinted as they emerged onto the brightly lit beach. Whatever she had been expecting, this was not it -- the sand appeared to have suffered the same fate as that within the canyon, though perhaps not as badly. There was no vegetation within sight, and the woman frowned, shading her eyes as she peered up and down the beach. The sun was dipping low into the sky, but it still seemed to blaze here, uncannily hot on this desert of a beach.

The tawny woman's turquoise eyes eventually returned to her companions, and she peered from one to the next expectantly. Kaena shifted in her saddle and grunted, shrugging. This must be it, she said, sourness evident on her face and in her voice. Doesn't look anything like it used to, she carped, pointing at the ocean. Except that. That's the same, she said, and rather confidently.

Myri peered at the waves suspiciously; they seemed the same as any other waves, the water the same as any other -- it smelled different than the bay, of course, but what did that mean? Myri moved her horse closer to her grandmother's, frowning still. Sorry, she murmured. It doesn't look like there's anything left, she said, laying a hand on her grandmother's shoulder in comfort. The old woman shrugged it off and grinned, yellowed teeth against a grizzled gray and red muzzle.

There wasn't much here to begin with, the old woman confided. If either of you kids expected some sprawling mansion, a stone version of the D'Neville, you'll find it along the mountain's base -- maybe. If it hasn't been covered by sand or burned to nothing. It was a foundation, barely more than a few rocks stuck up out of the ground, in my day. I'd be surprised if it still stands, the woman said. There were trees and brush along the mountain's base when Inferni was here last, but that's about all that's missing. There was a certain pride to Kaena's tone, but Myri thought she heard derision there, too. This was curious, but she chose not to comment and instead looked at Ezekiel.

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