Honeyed Pasture nightking

"like i said, they're not here. missing out," lionel smirked. piper commanded his full attention now; he preened beneath the nickname, standing perhaps a bit taller than before. "stretch says the beach, sugar." he did not wait to move off in that direction this time, only took a few rangy steps and then cast a look for the fire-girl. 
in many ways he was eager for a return to the brine. lionel was most in his element when tangled with sea-salt and bits of kelp, a rougish selkie who took a stag's form and loped the sands. piper he wanted to impress, and what better way to do that than prove that he had been born to the ocean? beaches were his specialty.