Karisiomk
Okoye knitted her brows, slowing her steps while looking out to the pitch-black waters. Each time the waves broke against the shore, there was a low hum. She strained to listen to it, to see if it was just wind. She hadn't realized her frame had pivoted in the direction of the sound now, away from the small path that veered away from the beach and down to her small home. She followed the faint voice, leading to a cove that was normally difficult to get due to high tides.
Just as the voice stopped when she passed underneath the little rock bridge into the cove, Okoye blinked rapidly, finding her chest tighten as her stomach began to flutter from being uneasy.