“The scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?”
“I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?”
“You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.”
“Her eyes were like the sea before a storm on the Carolina coast.”
“She hadn't meant to do it. Falling this crashingly in love with Spencer didn't take Lily by accident. It took her by storm.”
“But then the elf-child sighed, and gave up her sport; because it grieved her to have done harm to a little being that was as wild as the sea-breeze, or as wild as Pearl herself.”