[open] she sells sea shells

Arialla smiled; it was nice to see someone take such interest in what she'd collected. She'd never met someone before who had so clearly never seen a shell or mermaid's purse before -- they were common sights back home.

"Oh?" she said, more because the statement seemed to need a response than because she actually wanted to know what lay between her visitor and Safrin. Though perhaps she ought to ask -- it would be good to know everything she could about the goddess she intended to worship here. "You don't get along, I take it?"

Was she actually talking to a god? Not necessarily: Jigano had said Safrin had no love for him, either, so the goddess did enter into rivalries with mortals. She was jealous, Arialla remembered Jigano saying, and temperamental. Fantastic.

"Those will do nicely," Arialla said, looking over the rocks. She could trade such colorful specimens for something, surely -- and even if she couldn't, she wanted to make this trade, to keep her odd visitor happy. "Why don't you give me those two" -- she indicated the violet and red ones -- "and the sea glass is all yours."

Not, perhaps, the fairest trade on its surface, but she anticipated more trouble trading the rocks than she did the sea glass.