She wandered along the shoreline, the full moon illuminating her path as she scoured the sand for seashells with her eyes. The satchel over her shoulder was growing heavy with with her findings- shells, sea glass, pretty stones, feathers, flowers... whatever she could get her hands on. It had been a good night for searching. The beach was plentiful with potential future trinkets, as if they were placed there by a benevolent spirit who pitied her plight.