After a tense stair climb down the cliffside - with Nohre practically pressing Fusand protectively to the rock face as they made their way - a dark sand beach stretched before the three cultivators. Waves crashed against the craggy shore in the low tide. The waters would rise again to cover the illusive beach when night fell.
Elua hopped atop a large, relatively flat stone while her two disciples explored the pools left by the receded sea height. The shallow depressions were teeming with life that made each a temporary, miniature ecosystem of vibrant colors and subtle movements.
From her perch she watched them react to tiny crabs scuttling between underwater crevices. Small fish darted about with scales flashing as silver in the sun as anything up on the plateau. Clusters of barnacles lined the rocky edges and patches of folded seaweed swayed gently in the larger pools.
