sparkling, shimmering, splendid

It had been quite a bit of time since Syanna had felt this happy—truly happy. She'd made great headway into her medical practices with the Hallows, Ezra had returned home after his stint in Fenmyre, and the world just felt joyful and alive! Humming a gentle tune to herself, the vixen-furred lady's cream paws carried her down the dirt path from the castle towards the sands that sparkled in the fading evening light. A gentle drizzle had started over Auster, a normalcy in the southern continent's winter season, but it didn't bother her in the least. The world darkened with the coming night, but this was the perfect time for her to go harvesting seaweed to use for water-resistant bandaging. The way the sands lit up at night made it easy to spot the vegetation washed up on the shoals.

No sooner had she rounded onto the beach, Syanna saw another wolf venturing out onto the sands. She recognized the wolf from around the Hallows, but hadn't actually met with the woman yet. She had seen her helping mend the fighters after the raid though, so she knew she was a healer. "Coming for an evening stroll on the beach too?" Syanna called above the rolling waves on the shore, greeting the other woman with a dazzling smile. She made her way across the soft glittering sands to a pile of seaweed strewn across the beach, scooping it up to stow in her herb satchel. "The beach is quite a sight at night!"

"Syanna Alluráin"