Ocean's Breath Plateau spring cleaning

iiana tore her eyes to the source of the velvety voice. it was a foreigner — the ones from akashingles or whatever it's called again.

how formal! the woman giggles. madam iiana has a nice ring to it, admittedly. she prances out from her abode to approach the curious man, charmed by his words. a more careful look at him reveals a handsome face — a vessel as charming as its voice. why did it take so long for these desert people to show up if they had gems like these? though, that isn't to say the seashells aren't just as beautiful.

chest puffed as she speaks, yup, they're all up for trade! uncovered, once by the sea and again in my den.. by yours truly. her pearly whites shine under a smile so wide it hurt her cheeks.
there's too much so i'll even throw in several goodies for just one of your items! and she finishes with a wink.