Sea Lion Shores What's the best distraction?

She wasn't Ceara, and of course, he'd known that, even before she lifted her head to meet him. Her eyes were not so unlike his own, aglow with the golden strike of the sun, and not with the turbulent grey of his sister's storm. They exuded a presence wholly separate from Ceara, and given how he'd left her, he realized that maybe it was for his best that this was someone else...

"That's... no, it's okay," he forced a crooked smile on his face, and his throat slipped with the absent breath of a laugh, "I wasn't really looking - she's probably still somewhere down south..." just where he'd left her. Tuathal found himself redirecting to the girl at hand, turning a glance to where she'd been digging to get the conversation somewhere else. "What, uh - what've you got there?" It was the first question that came to mind, and was about as good as any other.