Odette smiled down at the young woman on the sand, her dress flapping in the light ocean breeze. The spray of the waves washed over her as she smiled down at the girl. Mona. Such a pretty name. Italian, judging by her looks and accent. There were so very few true Europeans around, especially with the general attitude of close-minded bigotry and suspicion.

The girl stuttered and paused, tipping Odette off to her weaker grip of the language. She had to place her hand over her heart, how precious she was. As she edged closer, the corners of her mouth crept up and she spoke softly.

[color=6ecff6]"It's lovely to meet you, dear. Call me Odette."[/color]

It didn't take long at all for her to take a seat on the sand not far from the young woman. Her smile was stuck as she looked over at the artwork.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh my, you're rather good. Rather a strange source of inspiration, but I'm not one to judge. I find myself... enraptured by the ocean more than usual, recently." [/color] She was using all the high-flown vocabulary she had in an attempt to sound like a cultured intellect, and maybe bridge a connection.