Sea Lion Shores of the ebb and flow

When her suggestion was received with ease, she felt a spark of relief--but nothing about the sandy girl had led her to believe she would be disagreeable to such a notion. In fact, very much the opposite; she was a stranger from the island largely still, and a young one at that, but she was making for easy company. Or maybe Opalia simply wanted to feel this way, here--where she wanted to take a step back, not carry the weight of it all so badly for just a moment. Anything uncomplicated.

Your mama is right, she grinned--a rare glimpse of the gesture, short-lived, but she turned her sights beyond as she walked light across the sands. She stared across the beach, then to the horizon. She had a lot of good memories pouncing little treasures in the small pools. Some early, fleeting glimpses to those times long past. There's all sorts of things to find. Depending when, and where, she imparted, though most of her experiences were based near the northern cliffs. I haven't had any crab to eat in a really long time, so if we manage to find any of those hanging around.. oh, they're done for, she said, teeth clicking with the smirk, and a hint of hope in her mismatched eyes as she now scanned the sands properly.