THE BLIND STEP BOLDLY
The hushing tide crept up, patiently taking more of the land. Now the water trickled around the limbs and leaves of trees already engulfed. Brick and timber buildings, those not yet submerged, were tightly locked, and lanterns slowly pinched out in their windows.
The sea breeze blew through the cobblestoned square and whistled up past the caves of a cliff face cupping the village of Seanon to the sea. Night’s dark soaked into the ocean.
The old mother sensaur watched Seanon from a cave in the cliff high above. She sat, her forepaws folded, just deep enough for the shadow to hide her snout. Once the heavy quilt of night had fully covered the land and the town had sunk into sleep, she could leave the cave unseen.
Dreams of the people already echoed up to her.