Sea Lion Shores beauty queen on a silver screen

Sorry this is so short! :o

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Heimdall. A call for him, of his moniker rose into the waning daylight, the moon rising to conquer the descending sun. The sky began to dark rapidly then, the stars that littered the sky shimmering, softened in the strength of the moon's beams. The call rose from the direction of Sea Lion Shores and he made his way towards where Kipling's howl had risen from without hesitation or pause. The scarred Scandinavian walked along the sands damp with the flow and ebb of the high tide, the foam rushing up to greet him. The sticky salt water splashing against his legs, belly and chest. It was cool against the night warm, humid and tepid. The call of the sea lions, calling to one another gradually began to fade out as they fell asleep. In the distance he could see Kipling's silhouette against the fading sun and rising moon, and leisurely the Jarl made his way to her. The coy smirk that twitched into form upon his lips was per usual, soft and casual. "I thought you might not come." Ragnar chose to greet her simply, stopping in his approach when he was within speaking range of her.