Sea Lion Shores the halls of our fathers

They paddled back, each triumphant. The sharp spines of the fish's fins scraped at Ragna's gums until they bled, but the pain was negligible and she would not complain. When her feet hit the sandy bottom, Ragna began to hop over the water, wading into the shallows with splashing leaps. She hit the hard-packed sand where the waves lapped gently against the shore and sat, just as Szymon. With his warning in mind she, too, began to eat. And when their meals were finished and they parted ways, Ragna did so with the comfortable knowledge that she had made a true friend.