Gilded Bay It is the bringing of the line

she shakes her head slightly at his question; she doesn't think it'd be much of a waste, but she's not ready to argue the point. his next comments are of more interest to her anyway. she follows his gaze to the waves, a little entranced by it herself. his words strike a chord within her; equally beautiful and dangerous. like anything worth experiencing, she can't help but agree in a murmur, eyes tracing the movement of the water and the colorful horizon. she goes silent then, taking in the crashing of the waves — and she almost enjoys the stranger's company in that moment, knowing they share this connection.