Stavanger Bay on my face

He creeps down then, and here she can see his frightening eyes- a stunning ruby with a touch of ice. He was the most unnerving and ghostly site- it was strange, the way this "heat" could draw her to such a beastly creature. His voice came like rushing water, smooth and polished, like a pebble washed up from the depths of the ocean. 

He tells her of encountering a boy of similar scent- no natter, no matter. In some other days she might've cared to ask whom he'd met, but for now, biology held her on on a tight leash, putting blinders on her like a racing-horse, only focused on what stood before her. 

Nice to meet you, um... My name Huā. You? She breathes with some eager nervousness, slightly kneading her paws in the sand. As she waited for his response, her seaglass eyes would trace over his pale figure slowly.