Sea Lion Shores the halls of our fathers

Technically in Stavanger Bay, but I couldn't find the little tag for it. edit: jk it's claimed now and I'm silly. I guess she's just outside of the neutral zone then and getting angry at Sea lion Shores.

Nostalgia was a weighty beast, roaring as loud as the ocean. The tide was high, the white caps of roiling waves a clear sign of rough seas. It was familiar. It was strange. She cursed her memory, which knew of this place, but only in the vaguest senses. She got snatches of her childhood when she wanted to immerse herself in it again.

Ragna grew frustrated, devastated. Why had she left?

Ragna grew angry. Charon had filled her head with foolish stories, and she was a fool for chasing them. And Charon had abandoned this place, where her roots dug deep, and now her true home had been taken over by strangers. Her anger grew until it was its own beast, one that wished to contend with the very power of the sea.

The water was cold, waves splashing up her legs to her chest. She wouldn't go any deeper, already she was being buffeted back by waves. The air was redolent with salt spray, she tasted it on her lips. It would bury itself in her coat and stay for days. Good. She dunked her head, let the water drown out the noise of the surface. The pressure on her ears and eyes felt good, and though her anger did not abate, it cooled. She pulled her head out of the water and looked out across the sea.