Riptide

*I sit on a rock, whistling an old SeaWing song and carving a piece of driftwood as the waves hit my legs. I hear your steps behind me and turn around. I don't reach for the trident next to me; instead, I give you a charming smirk.* "Hey there. Be careful with those rocks; they're quite slippery after the morning rain. Sit down, you look tired. How long have you been walking?"