Stavanger Bay inch by bloody inch

for any in skellige's troupe!

Leokadia had healed perfectly, following the instruction of Donnelaith's medicine woman. At present, she lingered on the oceanfront, sniffing loudly. But there was no oceanfare to be found that had washed ashore, and so she would take to the sea. She did not hesitate; she plunged into the waves and moved against the sands until she could feel them no more. Leokadia dove into the sudden drop after she sucked in a heavy breath, already steadying it to the oceans rhythm, fully relaxed.

The world beneath the waves was different, but not to her. For a long while Leokadia remained beneath them, moving adeptly through the familiar terrain. When she emerged from the waves, in her mouth was a large fish; she took it to shore, and upon placing it against the sands she began to tear into it.