The wind was relentless, and it was blowing sand everywhere. It wasn’t long before Algy’s eyes and beak and feathers and hair were all full of sand, so he shook himself off and retreated to the relative shelter of a clump of Marram grass growing in the middle of the beach. As he dug himself into a sand pocket, he watched the wind fill in the footprints of the sandpipers and other seabirds. It only took a few moments to erase their tracks across the beach, and it reminded Algy of a poem:
The wind stops, the wind begins. The wind says stop, begin.
A sea shovel scrapes the sand floor. The shovel changes, the floor changes.
The sandpipers, maybe they know. Maybe a three-pointed foot can tell. Maybe the fog moon they fly to, guesses.
The sandpipers cheep “Here” and get away. Five of them fly and keep together flying.
Night hair of some sea woman Curls on the sand when the sea leaves The salt tide without a good-by.
Boxes on the beach are empty. Shake ‘em and the nails loosen. They have been somewhere.
[Algy is quoting the poem Sand Scribblings by the 20th century American poet Carl Sandburg.]
Cassandra continues to be too hot to handle and excited about the prospect of fighting this particular super villain. With her combat level, Cass must maintain constant restraint when battling. Against Shadow Thief, though, she has a chance to let loose against an opponent and it’s an exciting revelation.