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

A conversation as casual and calm as this was highly appreciated, the gentle rolling of the waves not too far off a wonderfully relaxing background noise. Faeryn smiled softly, ears perking at the mention of the sea, and her eyes sparkled. "Ah, I like the sound of these wolves. The sea is dangerously beautiful." The wintry dove had little clue what a 'pirate' was, but nodded along regardless. "If I had not promised myself to Undersea, I might have come along." For the sanctuary Undersea had provided was one she had greatly appreciated, and she was certain others had admired it just as much as she had. She hoped it would rise again, but only time could tell.