Sea Lion Shores creation

she was far less captivated by the sunbathing behemoths than he. rather, the sylph was drawn to the earthly kissed hues of the stranger's own form. his narrow frame, the locks that hung from atop his crown, the unfamiliar appearance of something not quite unlike her own. but was he? was he one of her own?

she could not tell with the distance that hung between them, and the wind offered no kind favors to the wandering sprite. and so she danced her way closer, not afraid to hide her unbashful interest in his alien outward form. she slowed her approach only to gauge if he'd be well receiving of her curiosity, and offered nothing more than a slow, calculating sniff in his direction.