Sea Lion Shores The wallpaper, bathroom and veranda were all blue

The petite woman mentioned something about a desert, and the seawolf's attention was immediately captured like a fish to a hook. She had never been to a desert, never felt that burning heat, but she supposed she would not have remembered even if she had experienced such a thing. Talk of the cold waters caused the upward tilt of her lips, a curve to herald the presence of a smile. "I too was drawn to the sea from the moment I came upon it. I have felt both the deadly wrath and the peaceful comfort from those waves." Yes, one of the things she did remember was the brutal storm that could have stolen her life from within her grasp. But here she was - alive and well.

"What is a desert like?"