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Asanotohl strolled slowly along the gloomy beachfront, having just descended from one of the bike paths beyond the cold, dry sand below. The land was dark and shadowed, a flurry of heavy clouds shifting precariously above. The rain had stopped nearly an hour ago, but threatened to fall again; as if the shifted girl minded. She kicked a few rocks absently, daintily hopping over a couple pieces of driftwood before pausing in her mindless adventures to turn and stare out into the wildly dancing waves of the sea. It crashed and yawned greatly, rising and falling with no timed rhythm, matching that of the storm which blew overhead. A strong wind blew past her, causing Asa to falter slightly and turn her back to the pushy gust.
Frowning, she tilted her muzzle down, mis-matched eyes befalling something glassy and glimmering, half-covered with sand. The small girl bent down, brushing away the sand and pulling out a large conch. Asa tilted her head curiously from side to side, her unmarked ear giving a few awkward flicks in a habitual stance. She stood up again, cradling the seashell in both her hand as if it would shatter due to any stressful movements. The wind swept at her dark hair again, which was uncharacteristically down today, whipping in every which direction since it had no aid of a ribbon, or ponytail holder.
She moved towards a boulder set by a cliff, and moved to the side where the wind would not buffet her every move. She slid down against the rockface, crossing her legs and playing with her new “toy” on her lap; all the while making these curiously strange facial expression that were usually seen on children studying the magic of science for the first time.