Up and down the beach the maiden prances with abandon, her pale curls streaming behind her as she canters, trots, waltzes and pivots, leaving a wild arrangement of divots in the sand. From her lips bubbles a song, without words, the melody slow and cadent, and her hooves keep time beneath her; occasionally, with a wild leap, the thundering wallop of her body reuniting with the earth becomes the rumbling, bass undertones of her imagined sonata, and her humming reaches crescendos with the thrum of her cloven toes below. With cymbal crashes of water splashes and the occasional chime of a seashell being kicked out to sea, the girl is so thoroughly swept away in the creation of her song, that she does not notice Kiada until she is almost upon her, and Khairi’s loud, haunting cry ruptures the perfection of her arranged notes.

Stopping suddenly in a flourish of seafoam and green cloth and the voluminous amounts of hair which the growing doe sports, the innocent one looks upon the burning princess with a smile of recognition, which sweeps away the traces of worry that had struck there most immediately at the sound of the bird of prey’s shriek, and prances towards her. The sea breeze flutters her cloak about her ankles, and as she comes to a stop before the appaloosa girl, her eyes flutter down to the pretty rocks she’s picking up.

"Hey Kiada! You’re getting pretty rocks for the Goddess, too?" she asks, because that was why she’d come to the beach, after all, even though she’d quickly become distracted by the romance of it all; her pouches, none the less, had numerous pretty rocks in them, some blue, others red, but most orange and gray, like normal rocks. She would take those home to put in the garden. The Goddess could have the pretty ones. "I’ve got some already. Wanna see one?"

She asks, with a hopeful giggle, already turning back to fetch the pretty, polished bits of sea glass from her endless pockets. Dropping one on the sand between them, its bright, ruby red color gleaming in the sun, Maude motions over towards where she’d found it with a pearl draped antler.

"I found this one between those big rocks, where the ocean wood is collecting," she says, meaning the places where the sand had been swept away by the sea, and been unable to be replaced, due to the barricades of boulders and logs which kept the beach from refilling these small, rocky deposits with grit, "there’s lots more! I, well, I got a little distracted by the sea, is all."

She smiles, wistfully looking out over it.

"It’s just so beautiful!" proclaims the darling, looking back to the princess with a grin, "don’t you think so, too?"

[ OOC: SUNSHINE CHILD HAS ARRIVED TO CHATTER AT YE ]