Coconut Grove When I was older, I was a sailor

She gave her name in return, and Dianne blinked. All she really caught was "Amatsu". Thankfully, Amatsu was fine with being called just that, which worked out because she wasn't going to make a fool of herself every time she tried saying her name. 'Amatsu'... beautiful name, even when it's shortened. Do you know anything about its origin, its meaning? Her voice conveyed genuine curiosity.

Amatsu settled down in the sand without a second thought. Dianne, however, debated whether she really wanted to or not, dreading the thought of having more sand trapped in her fur. For propriety's sake, she sat, albeit with reluctance. Her wispy tail curled neatly around her paws. It was partly a prudish habit but mostly one out of anxiety. She let people believe it was just the former. Amatsu confirmed her assumption, to which she replied somewhat lightheartedly with, That makes one of us.