Stavanger Bay you’ll be in my heart

Set before the polar vortex. C’mere, sondaughter @Julep ♥

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Szymon wasn’t typically the kind of man to use pet names. Occasionally, since meeting Doe, he referred to his children as “littling” or “small one” — but in general, he abhorred communicating verbally to such a great degree that addressing anyone by name, even his children, was next door to a form of endearment. So when he arrived at the Stone Den today and poked his head in, his rolling bass timbre calling quietly, “Julep,” with a quirk of his muzzle to join him, the love in his tone was unmistakable. Now that his youngest children were mobile, he wanted to introduce them to the Sea — and because he didn’t know that the little firecracker had already met the great goddess and learned Her name from Doe, he decided to start with Julep. “Wake up, Julep. We have a busy day today,” he rumbled, and beneath his sonorous command were all the endearments he never said: “wake up, princess, littling, small one; I love you so.”

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