Stavanger Bay blood and wine

his response was given a deflated look, lobes flattening atop her crown. i know, she said in a very sorry manner, eyes averting. shame filled her, then, and her cheeks burned with it while her eyes stung. she blinked fiercely--she was new at this! for what reason should she cry over this?--and stared at the ocean. though he had went to turn and depart her company he paused, and now it seemed her offer might not be refused.

her eyes turned back to him, and the soft girl nodded. her sister and her mother had taught her of the oceans healing remedies. though the wound made her stomach turn (blood frightened her), she wished to build the fortitude to help others when they were in need. the girl was sensitive to the sight of it, and yet had enough strength to not turn away. at least she had that, this day.