Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

the man spoke of famine, and she knew what this was, now. it was the hand that had touched the world and ripped from it the hue it was normally dressed within. and he would help her in these dire times by teaching her these lessons. by the look of him, he was a man of the sea; as he stood within it, it seemed the water was as gentle toward him as it was her, as though he belonged in it.

she looked to the waters and nodded to him, her tail swaying unseen beneath the waters in a happy wave. her ears pricked alertly atop her head, and deirdre glanced to him, her eyes bright. je vous remercie, deirdre thanked him warmly, not realizing she had lapsed into another tongue she was as comfortable in as she was english. the lilt was warm and she gestured to the water. would you show me?