Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

the advice given was listened to with keen ears. she heard his words over oceansong, and at his first instruction her gaze lingered upon him for a moment, a worried look there from the start that soon faded to determination. pain was not something she willingly put herself in, a hedonistic wolf when it came to such things, but knowing this served some greater purpose caused her to decision on this to not waver. after she sucked a loud breath of air in, deirdre plunged her head beneath the water. it took her five grueling seconds to actually do what had been asked, and in that span of time was the frantic debate of 'do i, or don't i?'

and in the end, she did! and it would be visible to skellige even above land by the ripples she caused as she parted her eyes and noted, just ahead, the plethora of fish of many sizes she had not even imagined existed--how strange!--her shoulderblades rolling in a defensive backward movement, and a heavy exhale of much oxygen she had stored through her nose. and then, the wincing as the heavy concentration of salt invaded her eyes. she lifted her head from the waters, emitting a loud ah!, more shocked than she was wounded by the sting the salt brought. thick lashes pushed the waters out as she furiously blinked, trying to discern her feelings on the matter.