Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

oops; rannveig had forgot to mention who lilia was -- thank god for the smart one, who stepped in with a studied ease, and explained to their bemused audience who lilia and morrigan were.

rannveig was always the type to miss those details; he did not focus on minutia. his eye was trained on the big picture, the present, the immediate -- and in some ways, rannveig's only-looking-forward outlook was beneficial.. yet in many ways, it always came back to bite at his heels like the irascible form of an angered chihuahua.

velen had noticed something upshore; rannveig dragged his heels and casually rolled towards it, recognizing the tubular form of a bull seal resting on a shallow bar. he studied it a moment - it was injured, and angry -- he might have sat back and thought of some sort of tactic to wear it out, but dalia rallied besides them and seemed eager to prove her mettle.

rannveig liked that in a girl; he flashed her an approving grin, and then slunk off into the saltwater. "i'm a good swimmer. i'll try to drive it to shore -- velen, don't try anything on the glamorous-slash-kind one while i'm gone. dalia, stay away from velen and his mouth - he's had nothing but carrion to eat for weeks." in smooth strides that belied his slouching figure rannveig had already sliced through the water, and was soon entirely afloat as he paddled wide towards the raised bar.