Stavanger Bay with a crash

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Even he was moved by the lushness of the land around him. Étoille was unsure where this.. lingering attraction to the sea came from. He had not grown up near ocean, had only glimpsed it briefly, and yet. The red-woman, Maera, had mentioned heading this way. He had not followed, exactly. And yet he found himself circling closer. 

Restlessness was not a feeling the man knew how to confront. He was not even sure if that's what it was. He'd always been content to move forward. Even his thoughts seemed lighter, chasing energy he didn't have. Or used to have, anyway. Perhaps this was part of growing up (and not that he wasn't grown, but young enough to grow still, approaching his third year). Truth told, he didn't like it. Didn't know how to solve it.

Still, he was by the sea. It's largeness was soothing. He'd yet to see it up close like this. It seemed bigger than ever. A bigness he could not match. That helped set his thoughts in order. Étoille sat, back straight, and studied the horizon, a solid figure once more.