Sea Lion Shores and like the sky my soul is also turning

Errytime I sit to write someone calls me away for some dumb reason omfg hhhh

It was strange to think of the gaunt creature as one of his own, and so he did not. She was too foreign. But it was his duty to patrol the sands and tend to the women - even the reedy stranger which Junior had brought to them. In the distance the consort could see her dark body silhouetted by the sea, with her nose pointed down in search. If it meant he did not have to appease her with trinkets found with his own time, then Atlas would sit back and watch; he was devoted to the true Nereides and found it difficult to trust this oddity. Regardless of how he saw the stranger, Atlas had a duty to perform. He sluggishly trailed after her as she moved up the beach, but tried his best to give her ample space; remembering vividly how defensive and nervous she had been in their first encounter.