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

her questioning of his marine paternity shifted quickly to an incomprehensible perception that somehow mona knew this man, who settled smooth like a fallen shade alongside her. the warhound peal of his voice both chilled and fascinated the delicate cardinal, so much that she fair forgot what it was he was saying in lieu of listening simply to the cadence of his tones. he was savage, some pirate from bodice-ripper novellas. coincidentally, had mona any concept of reading or literature, she would have turned first to those hallowed and pulpy tomes.
thankfully, with no starting point in fabio, mona was free to create her own backstory against the ambience of his voice. some far-off land, she decided, with great dangers. he had been a prince there, but tragedy had struck. he comes now, armed with bitterness and —
"— oh! uh," mona fumbled, unsure how long she had been staring off at the ocean. "i've only seen it once before," came her admission in a shy voice, "and not this close." a breath swelled her slight shoulders. "but i always wanted to come back. and here i am, i suppose." brilliant! you sound like a dunce.
"were you born near the sea, monsieur? or did you come to appreciate it in travelling?" mona inquired softly, swampgreen gaze seeking the jeweled pierce of the man's gaze.