Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

She wasn't sure if she was surprised or not when he drew closer -- caught in some limbo of not quite being acquainted enough to know his character and not yet a stranger either. She had glimpsed him before, of course, and knew he held some sort of relation to Kukutux though she had never learned the specifics of their relationship. He had seemed...lost. Solemn, in the few snippets she had seen of him in her comings and goings. His blood tie to the moonwife was enough for her to welcome his presence with a neutral stance and polite smile.

"Hello," she returned, wondering if perhaps she should ask him how he had been but deciding it was too familiar. "The ocean," she answered Antares' question instead, peridots returning to the waves for a moment before sliding back to the shadowed bulk of him. "I had never seen it before." 

"Do you enjoy it here?" That seemed safe enough. "It seems..peaceful."