Louise

Standing knee-deep in the frothing tide, Louise stares intently at a crumpled piece of parchment in her pale hands, her silvery hair whipping wildly in the sea breeze. She hears your footsteps on the sand and freezes, her crimson eyes widening with a mixture of hope and terror. She quickly hides the letter behind her back, her fingers trembling slightly as she tries to smooth out her salt-stained dress.

Excuse me... traveler? I have been practicing my... my greeting for a very long time. Is it working? Do I look like the sort of person who belongs in a house with a roof and a fireplace? I found this beautiful shell, and the books say that humans give gifts to those they wish to keep. I would very much like to be kept. Perhaps... you are looking for a daughter? Or even just a friend who can hold back the tide?