Sea Lion Shores and a voice cut from steel

she greets him like he is a long lost friend or old companion, and he finds himself even more confused now then he was just moments before. had they known each other for long? was she a childhood friend he'd accidentally forgotten? a memory hits him like a brick in the head, and he is suddenly reminded of the name she had shared with him - "you're wanheda, right?"

there is more there but his mind goes blank again, and he is left staring in the rippled waters as the memory fades of their last encounter.

perhaps it was for the better, as her whine steals away his attention from anything other than her. he catches a glance of her healing wounds, though it is the scars upon her shoulder that hold his focus. he'd definitely seen them before. "well, i certainly hope the real me doesn't disappoint in comparison to the version of me in your head", he tosses back with a playful grin, still curious as to how they'd come to know one another.