Going Home Anyway

Lúta started south, trotting along at a quick pace and trying not to listen to closely to the sound of the waves rolling in to the shore. Normally it was a calming sound but tonight it sounded threatening. She could almost see the glowing tendrils of the water reaching out towards them. She moved faster, shifting herself farther in land to put more distance between herself and the water. Eventually she broke out into a run. All Lúta wanted to do at this point was just get back to the safety of the castle. She wasn't sure why the atmosphere unnerved her so. Surely she'd seen worse in her time as a young soldier in her homeland.