Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

mona was woefully unprepared for how tall he was; she bit back a gasp as he rose from the sand like some never-ending shadow, moving forward on noiseless and broad paws. they spread out across the sand, and the little mayfair glanced once at them before lifting her slim muzzle to find the shade of his eyes, seapolished gems plucked from some atlantean kingdom, burning against the nightfall cape that bore accents of thunderhead grey.
handsome, yes. her heart had begun to quicken its beat, and mona attempted to mask this with a practiced and elegant smile into his fascinating gaze. "hello." had he come from the sea? the firebird put down the thought firmly; that was only nonsense born of her too-active nerves.
therefore, she followed his gaze out to the shadowed waters, and said no more.