The Giants of the Isle
That afternoon, Aydyn found herself along the Northeastern Coast of the Jaedaxian Peninsula, just north of the city Gates. There, she overlooked the vast ocean atop a cliff which dropped very abruptly hundreds of feet until it touched the rocky beaches of the Bay. The waves crashed lovingly onto the shore, and the sweet salty breeze caressed Aydyn's cloak-warpped body, causing her to shiver from time to time. Winter along the Trident Isles was a nasty affair. If not snow, then sleet; if not sleet, then hail; if not hail, then blizzards.
But the Jaedaxians loved it. Anything was better than the Everwinter.
Overhead, the druidess heard gulls and other wildlife singing and floating along the currents. There were a few fluffy clouds as well, hovering lightly in a random row that seemed to make odd markings against the sapphire sky. Aydyn was just about too cold to stay any longer when she heard a low, melodious sound suddenly greet her from the ocean. It was a song like nothing she's ever heard. It was almost ethereal, like a fragment of a daydream, or an allusion to some unseen future.
Slowly, Aydyn saw two earth-colored bulges rise from the shores beneath the cliff. And before long two massive, bronze turtles began to wade across the shallow shores and toward the rocky beaches. These were not Zaratan, no ... but why were they here? Should the druidess wander along the cliff edge, she'd easily find a narrow, steep path leading down to the beach. It was perhaps carved by early settlers and fishermen who needed access to the waters below. And from the looks of things, the pass was regularly used. Aydyn could see faint footprints and hooveprints on the dirt winding and zigzagging down to the waterline.