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

the boy wanted to tell dalia she could be both dalia the glamorous and dalia the kind, but ahead of them rannveig was assuming the lead and velen was content to let him have it. "must be nice to be right all the time," he remarked with fake indignation to dalia. "he's absolutely correct, however," velen went on, flashing his teeth at the girl in a halfway feral smirk. "i'm fucking starving."
letting his gaze linger on her until he could take himself seriously no longer, and broke into a flurry of chuckling, the tall dredge slid into the water after his brother. he did not move into the darker expanse, however, wanting to be ready when the bull seal was antagonized by the indomitable rannveig.
for the moment, humour was set aside; his chestnut eyes were fixed upon the scene before him, muscles readied to take move into a powerful swim, should the efforts sour in favour of their chosen prey.