Stavanger Bay oh what a wonder, oh what a waste

<3 <3 sorry for the wait!

oh, how she's maintained breath-baited, heart drawn to heart, tensely kept for kinkajuú, and she wonders if the angel's return should accompany ecstasy or terror. but she does not stay by her love's side, not this time - not when there is so much at stake. the angel will always be her first love and her truest one but she cannot tie herself to her any more than she can tie herself to the tides. witchbaby can only move forward and trust that her heart will follow with her.

she returns to the plateau to touch base and then passes it, up north onto the coast she's yet to see. the cold is well and truly here, descending upon them in wind and snow, but still the ocean rolls and rumbles. it frightens her if she'd admit it.

today the sea is not so lonely, she finds: a new scent attached to an unfamiliar girl lurks by the shore, and wb approaches with her head aloft, letting all thoughts of kinkajuú and the sea flee for now. a bright chuff escapes her red-dashed throat, taking in the details of her strangely patched-down coat as she approaches close enough to speak.