countless grains of sand -- open, snowbound visitors

[london r.]

After she had received the rubber ducky from Jacob, London had gone to find Melantha and the two had made their way to the Typhoon. The journey had taken a while, but not quite as long as the albino clouded leopard had believed it might. The salty scent of seawater that greeted them seemed almost overpowering against the crisp air of the tundra, especially for someone who had never been close to the ocean before. She had seen quite a few lakes, some small and some big, but those sights seemed insignificant in comparison to this rough climate. One could feel the ocean here, through the rough breeze, hear the waves lapping up against the shore, smell, and practically taste the salt in the atmosphere. It was truly magnificent... if it weren't so hot and humid.

"I think we're just about there. Look, there's a bridge! Maybe that's the way to get to their home?" the girl would muse, her British accented voice seeming to almost get carried away by the wind. It was true that this place was rather lovely, but London had yet to ever experience conditions like this before. The unfamiliarity evoked some nervousness from the girl, as she did not know what might happen next. Maybe she would get attacked again, like the first time she had met a pirate, though hopefully that would not be the case, as the feline would rather not come close to death over here on this strange foreign terrain. Though she could always conjure some bandages if that were to happen, she would rather not have to deal with all of that again. Instead she would like to have a pleasant interaction with these pirates, that would be just lovely.
[member=321]melantha[/member]