Wheeling Gull Isle I'll be there next time

The waves swept up onto the shore with water that sparkled in whatever light managed to squint through the clouds, a peaceful silence aside from the suck and release of the sea that provided the Renoda with background noise in which to think. Any who knew her would also know that her favoured times were ones where she could simply sit and gaze out into the expanse of blue, observing the way the water moved and the taste of salt upon her tongue.

Faeryn had little on her mind truly, but the small thoughts came to her nonetheless. It was a relatively calm life, the one she led on this island, and if she was honest she enjoyed it. Part of her would enjoy a little action, but she was a peaceful one at heart and the quietude Undersea provided her was enough. 

She wouldn't mind some company, though.