Ocean's Breath Plateau who doesn't know what I'm talking about?

It was the red stone that most intrigued Angel. Her fascination with it briefly outshined her fascination with Raiyuk himself. She imagined the life he told her of, painting it in hues as rosy as his treasures — strange wolves talking quietly under starlight, or perhaps laughing a bawdy tales like the ones she was sure she hadn't been meant to overhear at the Great Hunt.

"I do, very much!" she replied, her breath catching as she imagined another scene. One more like what she'd heard that Sunshine girl singing about — a man running to find a gift —

Both daydreams intrigued her endlessly. She lifted her murky yellow eyes back to the seal hunter's face.

"You must have so many stories," she said, and suddenly, she ached deeply to follow in his footsteps; her own likeness replaced his in one of the daydreams. Then, after a second's thought, the scene was rearranged to include him once more.