Stavanger Bay with the salt on our skin

Leokadia arrived, her eyes upon the woman, the Atoll, and listening to the other sing-speak wildly. Leokadia was intrigued by this one. But her eyes soon fell to her brother, wondering at his position so near to Skellige. She supposed Skellige had truly always been the kindest to the stammering man; Leokadia was terribly impatient, and his stutter could test her patience. Her bullying of him, she believed, led him to the confident way he held himself now. Leokadia held herself similarly, though minded her own position. Things were similar to home and yet very different, and Leokadia would come to know the nuances in time. Her antisocial tendencies would not do well in the beginning, she realized. And who was this strange pretty thing, behind him? Clearly frightened... 

She would find out, in time. But for now, she was content to lend her voice to the song.