Stavanger Bay if you apologize once you do it again and again and again

thank the good gods arturo had not seen her possessive approach as a sign of a challenge - lord knows sandpiper didn't need her ass walloped a second time -- a feat that upon examination of the salt-clad brute, would not be too far-fetched. she was a better instigator than fighter anyway, and as he did the surprising deed of submitting sandpiper suddenly felt like a dick.

maybe that was why rosalyn had overthrown her.

he revealed he was part of their band -- and even used the word 'crew' -- a word that caused sandpiper to instantly take his word for it. "oh." she exhaled, a low swing of her tail given as she mentally back-pedaled. "that's good then." she cleared her throat insufferably and then decided she should probably introduce herself. "i'm sandpiper."