The scent of salt, the rush of waves, the caw of gulls... all of these things assaulted his senses and Arkady closed his eyes instinctively, could have sworn he felt the warm sun on his face. The sands as ivory as his skin, the water as turquoise as her hair.
When he opened his own eyes again, they met hers. "You are a long way from home, little fish," he said gently, kindly. "What are you doing here? How did you come to find our little outfit?" A taloned hand gestured to the carnival around them and he smiled at her faintly. "Your homeland seems much more lovely than this. Tranquil."