Seaside Moors Storms cause our flowers to bloom

Manners.  Or trepidation.  Rosalyn couldn't tell which, but she appreciated his upfront humor and easy pattern of speech.  It was clear he was a friendly soul, and if that veneer hid depths, they weren't waters she sought to submerge in.  Frankly, she cared little of his motives so long as Rusalka thrived.

She's wise enough to know a kindred soul, Rosalyn answered with a quirk of her brow, a quick smile, and then an acceptance of his gesture.  

She stepped into the water and walked forward, allowing the waves to pull at her legs as she appreciated the chill of her touch.  She waded to her haunches, then submerged, casting her head beneath and the lifting it with an arcing shake of spray.  She laughed as one pushed her sideways, then spun, flicking her tail towards him in invitation.