Stavanger Bay Dancing In The Moonlight!

he folded under her gaze -- that was all she needed -- instantly her defensive posture lessened, and she looked upon him in a more favorable light. she was childish - she just needed to be validated - and his observance of his rank in position to hers did enough to keep her slavering insecurities at bay.

he asked if he had woken her -- he had -- but she did not resent him for it. "you did." sandpiper answered, her voice somewhat flat. "so you best make it worth it, and finish your song." she set herself down in the sand and folded one front leg over the other, awaiting the encore to his show.