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It was truly autumn, with the leaves falling and the ocean rolling out cool, salty mists that brought goosebumps to the flesh under that warm, after-summer sun. An absolutely ideal precipice between seasons, Poe deemed the day. Inspiring of nothing less than a seaside adventure in lieu of her standard lobster trapping that she came to the rocky shore for.


So instead of her packing up her standard gear, Poe dressed up in her prime adventuring clothes; a patched, slouched and belted dress, colourful scarf wrapping up her thick hair, and a worn out side-saddle sack. It was a blatant imitation of a theatrical sea wench's dress she had owned before the fire, and like many of her clothes, far more interesting than truly practical. Such a fact was anything but a hindrance on the tiny, cheerful girl as she marched pointedly along the coastline, investigating all sorts of things ranging from tide debris, to trains of crabs, to unique rocks. But it was a cave that would eventually catch her eye in this low tide. Saluting eyes and ears to the prominent opening in the rocks, the freckle-faces luperci dropped the flailing baby crab she had been examining, and began rock-hopping in the newfound direction.
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