Sea Lion Shores you're a drifter, shape shifter

omg i just about died when i saw it!1

The scullion adopted a smooth mein of lamb-like innocence, her eyes soft and doe-like as Aesop's sharp voice truncated the air. About them the wind whipped and brine stung her nostrils -- with a seemingly clairvoyant smile, the waif spoke. "Why, kill it." There seemed a purling quality to her voice, as if she were most pleased by her actions.

And she was -- though her only malcontent came from the fact that Aesop was yet unstruck by the panicking seal's wide fins.