The full moon was the perfect lighting after a hard day's hiding. It seemed the only time she was ever truly free to roam was when the sun set. For whatever reason her hunters pissed off once it got dark.
Even after all the time she'd spent in the port city she was not used to the intense smell of salt. Still, she found herself on the shore of the sea, looking out to where the water met the horizon. Austriel was careful not to get into the water, or even let the soft waves lap at her bare feet. She traveled down the coast with little rush. The cool night air, although salty, was refreshing. Soon she would reach the end of the beach. Austriel contemplated struggling over the rocks, as shoreline gave way to rocky cliffs.
With a sigh of resignation Austriel brushed the sand off of her feet and put her tennis shoes back on. There was only so much of the world that she had seen, it wouldn't hurt to explore it some more. In no time she reached the rocks. They were relatively smooth, smoother than she had expected. This close to the shoreline she didn't have to worry about waves hitting the rocks and possibly dragging her into the water. She could see that later on she would need to be more careful with her footing, lest she fall in.
Approximately half way to where the cliffs rose perpendicular to the water, Austriel looked back the way she had come. It hadn't been easy going, but it had been enjoyable. Now she would need to focus more on her footing, as she was getting uncomfortably close to the water.