Harsh winds

Oceanic winds shifted and lessened, no longer kicking up sand particles. Blinking away the debris, she takes a few more steps away from the shelter of the cliff wall toward the water that laps at darkened sand. She tries to ignore the stranger and his scent. Perhaps he's sleeping. Wishing to not bother someone who might cause trouble, Bramble looks out across the bioluminescent water. Quite a spectacle to view if one hadn't seen it before.

Overtly aware of the stranger still somewhere along the beach, she is surprised to hear a masculine voice call out to her. Turning to look over her shoulder, she lets out a quiet laugh. Her gaze finally lands on the male, shorter than herself, but naturally brown in color which to her is pleasant.

"I could be hardly considered a shadow," Bramble calls back, cautiously turning to face the stranger. "I hope the storm didn't bother you too much," she keeps her distance and her posture relaxed so he doesn't get any idea that she might be aggressive.