Stavanger Bay l'ingénue

and so off they want, lasher happy to lead them -- he wondered at the fondness in the slim young man's eyes toward deirdre, but decide that the little pale one engendered much of that in those she met. "mon nom est lasher et c'est deirdre," the druid said gently, gaze soft with wonderment at the loveliness of their companion. male though his voice was, he wore a woman 'round his withers, and taltos found himself quite charmed by this glowing contrast. 

"to the coast, my little flower!" the man exulted, dipping his muzzle to kiss the ivory ears of his daughter. the shore began to spread before them as the land fell away to sand beneath their paws, and he looked again at their companion, wanting to know more of him, much more.