Sea Lion Shores creation

she watched on, baby blues captivated as he shifted among the scenery. her heart gave a gentle thrum at the anticipation of him stepping closer. the world blurred around him, and he suddenly became the only thing in her sight that mattered.

his steps were slight, almost inviting, though they head in a direction she was not familiar with. where he bound for was unknown to the sprite, though she could not deny the urge to follow. the desire was an itch, and he the remedy.

and so she trailed after him, a silent shadow in the distance. where he might turn or stop so did she, a game of follow the leader if there ever was one.