Thank you for starting! Hope you don't mind that mr. npc Ren's tagging along? He can interject if things get awkward, haha.
It had been Ren’s idea to head to the beach that day, though she had to admit, the desire to see the waves and smell the salt on the breeze was with her too. The pair had managed to make it to the outskirts of the old city in their travels the day before. Much to Lucia’s satisfaction, their time in Nova Scotia had been rather uneventful so far. The feeling of dread that had plagued her first few days back was beginning to dissipate now. No sign of anyone familiar, and she hoped it would stay that way. Renato had even stopped pestering her about it; it seemed the scenery was enough to distract the fisherman for now.
A familiar shoreline was on the horizon, waves lazily lapping at the sands. The travelers moved at a casual pace, in no hurry to reach their destination. As usual, the Marino woman’s guitar case and leather bag were slung over one shoulder. Ren’s old cloak was still draped over his shoulders to ward off the chill he was unused to, his own bag of belongings held easily in one hand. The rocky shore ahead was a welcome sight for another easy day. But the dark rocks were not the only things awaiting them on the sands. A darkly hued wolf sat sorting through something on the beach. When the low breeze brought more to them than just the scent of the ocean, Lucia realized that she knew this person. And knew her well.
The pale-furred wolf’s steps came to a halt and she reached out for her partner’s arm to pull him to a stop as well. The fisherman’s blue eyes turned to her, though Lucia was fully focused on the figure not far ahead. Thankfully, Ren remained silent this time. The look on her face must have said it all. Had it been any other member of her family, she may have turned around and bolted on the spot. Despite all the feelings of resentment she had cultivated over the years, Rio was the only one who was still associated with fond memories of childhood. “Luci,” he whispered to her, finally managing to get her to pull her attention from the woman on the beach. He wasn’t going to let her run from this even if she’d wanted to. She was putting forth an effort to keep her anger at bay, and all that seemed to accomplish was to replace it with fear.
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