Oystercatcher Tide Pools do the journey, who are you?

Wraen continued to fish for the shells in a comfortable silence. Now and then she would look up to see, what the smoky gray clad maiden was doing. But she did not seem to be inclined to throw words around and Wraen did not press her company either. 

Half an hour later she had managed to collect five shells and regarded them proudly, when it occurred to her that there was no way she would be able to bring back home more than just one. Darn... and coming here four times to retrieve them all seemed pointless either. Oh, well... she would have to think of something else.

"You are not from here, are you?" Wraen turned to the she-wolf - now that she had given her plenty of time to remain in her own world, perhaps she would be interested to share some secrets. "Though you do look like you have emerged from the ocean itself," she added. It was true - there were some similarities with nereids from the old tales.