Harsh winds

Bramble is thoughtful as she watches the waves wash up onto the shore. These are waters she sees every day from her bedroom. An ocean she has witnessed become ferocious every winter. While their weather may not drop to the frigid temperatures of northern Boreas, they experienced their own type of dangerous weather. Turbulent storms that crashed upon the shores of Auster, threatening to take any distracted soul from the very earth they walked on. She knew the experience personally, having been swept out to sea more than once.

"Storms are not uncommon here," Bramble begins, her smile never fading as she focuses back on the shimmering water that laps at her paws. "Magic? No, what you are looking at is phosphorescent bacteria," it was something she had learned not only from her father, but from her cousin, Meadow, who had her nose stuck in a book every chance she got. "During the day, they can't be seen, but at night, they light up the whole shore. Since the tide moves the water around, they get disturbed and light up," her lifts a paw and swishes it around in the shallows to show how wherever her paw had gone would suddenly light up and then fade away. "As far as I know, magic doesn't exist here," she chuckles, looking up to see what he thought.