Stavanger Bay blood and wine

the babe stood again at the corner where donnelaith ended and the bay began, having found a place where there was much action within the aquatic realm. her fortune here was limited thus far, but she had seen her family fail enough times and attempt to succeed yet another. the young witch tried not once to catch something, but twice; each time was a failure, and each time she swallowed her shame and stared at the swirling waters beneath her.

soaked to the bone, the girl moved from the ocean to find a moment of respite upon the shore. though she looked to be a grown woman, her consistent errors were enough for any observer to know her ineptitude could only be for her youthful inexperience. she had been too hasty, impatient, and obvious; the fish had known of her presence as she stepped around them, and attempted to give chase in the water rather than stay still. the tactics of land were not the same as the tactics of water, though she had seen few hunt in the ocean and so could not think of the right way. she moved to collapse tiredly against the sandy earth, not yet catching wind of the other nearby.