Stavanger Bay let me down so i can fly, fly, fly

sandpiper's muzzle continued to wrinkle as she watched him eat it - spinach innards and all. as he moved to the legs she pulled her ears back, unwilling to listen to the sickening crunch of each armored limb. it was so not her type of meal. if pressed she might have said she'd eat dirt before she ate one of those primordial, monstrous looking things.

she shook her head in mute disgust as he asked after her intentions of eating alongside him. hell no. "no. gonna wait a bit, make sure you're still kicking in an hour. what if it's a poisonous sea spider?" she joked, her teasing grin slowly dissipating as she entertained that scenario in her head.. had she just poisoned raptor?

shit. that'd be a really hard one to explain to smokestep. 'sorry your first mate is dead because he ate a rockspider i found half dead on the beach. pls still love me'.

she imagined it would go over really well.