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

"Tasty and feisty and not worth much of effort," Wraen explained, when the little crab had not shown adequate willigness to become her lunch and after shaking his claws angrily at her shuffled away. She let him (or her) go, watching it amble towards the shore-line and being taken away in the ocean by a wave.

"I see that you are up for a more solid catch," she pointed to the fish by the other's feet. "Let's see, what we have here," she went over to the next pool and worked through it's contents and paused briefly to look at the lady and introduce herself. "Name's Wraen from Firebirds," she said. "Who do I have pleasure of dining with?"