Gilded Bay Oceans don’t speak to each other, they just wave

She noted little growths between the rock crevices, mussels and such. However, Gracious did see what appeared to be a stranded fish. Flopping about on the wet sand, the monochrome woman quickly grabbed ahold of it and gave it a swift crunch.

It was slick in her grip, though she managed to find a good way to hold her fish between her jaws. A joyous voice behind her greeted her warmly, causing Gracious to turn and search for a face. The other hunter had caught herself what appeared to be a shelled creature, snippy and sharp.

“Good day to you too,” Gracious said after placing her kill down and watching the stranger with gentle eyes, “find anything tasty?”