Cerulean Cape who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

"This isn't far from where we ran into each other, I don't think," Bat mused, squinting inland. She looked the part of a marine mammal as she stood in the surf at the point of the cape, her pelt glistening wetly beneath the June sun. She could feel salt crusting on her pale underside and in the prickly fur at her nape. It wasn't an unwelcome sensation.

Her silver eyes caught @Tristan's for a beat, a smile playing across her lips, before she turned to gaze out over the water. This was quite the seaside destination, much more welcoming than the sea cliffs where she'd been born (they'd given Drageda's former stomping grounds a wide berth). The waters here were bluer and clearer than any she'd ever seen; she could see fish darting over the sifting sands beneath the small waves.

Saltwater sloshing around her banded heels as the tide ebbed and flowed, Bat waded closer to her friend and asked, "So? Have you found any of your beloved crabs?"