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

She stiffened visibly as he approached her -- so unsure of him was she that she started to entertain formulating some sort of escape strategy. But he walked right past her as if she and her cache weren't there -- this ushered a swallowed look of resentment and for a moment the girl stood there as if she had been freshly lambasted by an icy wave.

She scowled and watched him for a few moments -- it had started to look like he was joining her in her search for sea-purloined rejects. She straightened herself and stalked off, walking stiffly towards the lower strand where kelp swung with abandon in the swirling eddies. She kept a discrete eye on the male, but was thoroughly content to ignore him right back. The nerve!!! She huffed to herself, but said nothing.