Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

though she was surprised by his touch, she did not flinch away from it--rather, she leans toward it, soothed by it and feeling rather differently on the matter. what was this feeling within her? there was no shame there, creeping in her belly, but an affection she wished to give to him in turn. never shy of such things, young and sweet as she was, she nuzzled into his cheek by way of thanks, nose lingering there for perhaps a moment longer than appropriate--though this was something she did not quite understand, she did not question it. it was all innocent, to the pure white witch.

he spoke, and she nodded. i trust that it will, she responded, and after a beat, she felt it quite important to say: i trust you. for he had trusted her, had he not? she smiled to him, and looked to the ocean again. at least now she had an inkling of what to expect. the pain was not blinding, but it was enough to make the gentle deirdre wince. he had said it would get better--she believed him. and so, after taking another breath of air and looking to him with that same smile, she dove downward again to try again. this time, she managed to keep beneath the water, and when she opened her eyes she ignored the burn. it was, at this point, more than uncomfortable to her; the fish attracted her attention, and yet it was the nameless man she sought.