Cerulean Cape Sea & Moon, I pray to thee

People did not usually offer you to help with something, unless you had unknowingly tresspassed their claim. Wraen looked over her shoulder, wondering, if she had missed a clearly delineated scent margin, but with the changing nature of the coastline you could hardly expect anything to be permanent. Sand did not hold smells well. Neither did saltwater. She turned back to face Aiolos, now understanding that he was one of the rare polite by nature specimens. 

"My name's Wraen and you can keep me company," she suggested. "And tell a story. I collect them."