Gilded Bay But I'm still playing in the sand.

She turned to the sound of a familiar voice, trailing it was the familiar scent of the man she’d met just recently. She turned her body to better look back at his dark face and golden eyes: “Sumac!” She replied, a smile growing upon her face, reflecting his, “It is indeed, and you’re more than welcome to.” She gestured for him to come with her head, “I’m looking for treasures, trinkets. I’d love to find an oyster shell, with their colored inner shell.”

She was happy to see him again, and when she did, comfort washed over her, a happiness. Perhaps it was because of they history they shared, or their similar age, or something else entirely.