Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

deirdre watched him then, quietly captivated. in the waters, there was a newness to his every move that intrigued her; she herself was carried by the water, she let it move her, though even the beauty did not match his grace beneath the sea, too new at this to do so. moving was awkward for her beneath the swell, but she anticipated that she would learn. to learn from him, adept as he appeared, would only aid her.

she followed his gaze as best as she could; her own vision was blurred and now and then, pain hindered her focus. when he rose, she followed; she kept above for a moment longer before she forced herself to be strong, reminded herself he would help her, and that they were swimming! so she followed him downward, and as his gaze came upon her she moved her limbs in a way that she hoped would maneuver her beside him. she squinted, some, as though this would no longer let her feel the salty sting that kissed her eyes.