Sea Lion Shores a change of pace

@Szymon or anyone you wanna throw in if you wanna! otherwise AW!

Her time was spent flitting from area to area, looking through different lands. Today Isley found her paws firmly planted in the sand, her beautiful meadow traded in for the crash of the sea and the cries of the gulls. Her firey coat wasn't going to hide her at all given the sandy pale colors or the briney waters. She wasn't trying to blend in anyways, she knew that was not possible and she had no expectations of something so silly given that she had nothing to even hide behind. 

Isley's gaze was fixed on the water, the churn of the seaspray up into foam, the choppy motions as it crashed against the storm. She wondered, idly, what it would be like to be swept away, to become one with the sea - perhaps even grow gills and fins like a fish. It was a fanciful notion, but in her youth she could afford a few moments to the folly.