Coconut Grove Clown Gamble

Wraen on the other hand could not boast with the same acuteness of memory as Cry did. The older she got, the more selective it becames. It worked superb, when it dealt with stories and funny anecdotes, but it rather quickly discarded files, which were associated with people she had met briefly or only once in her life. So, while tha dark man on the shore was probably reliving their somewhat strange and peculiar meeting in autumn, Wraen was oblivious to his presence for a long time, playing in the waves and enjoying the cool. 

It was good thing that she was nearer to the coast to hear Cry's greeting. She walked out of the water, looked at him curiously for a moment and then asked: "How can I help you?"