Sea Lion Shores creation

unlike he, she was not ashamed nor insecure when he looked upon her. not one to often appreciate the intimacy and warmth of physical contact, the sylph preferred this distant game of stolen glances, enjoyed it even.

they were pieces of art, well sculpted and with all rights to be admired. she a pastel painting of flowing watercolor, he an abstract composition of earthly tones.

his eyes did not stray from her form, and she let her tail flow through the soft breeze that drifted across the shore. an invitation for him to draw closer, should he wish.