A stormy breeze thrashes her hair around her face like some living thing, and Jade lifts a hand to pin stray strands to her temple and out of her line of sight. Her bare toes curl into the wet, gritty sand. The murky water surges onto the shore, frothing ice cold around her ankles.

She couldn't quite recall how or when she'd ended up here, but she was here now.

"... Feferi?" She asks intelligently (is this her dream?), spotting the bubbly seatroll drifting further and further away, but she has yet to notice Eridan.