Stavanger Bay Clearest blue

The worrisome thoughts of her true father returning to claim her had since vanished, perhaps foolishly so. He had found a comfort in the idea that the waters had intended the child for him and him alone. Though it had been Doe who had found her washed up, Skellige had made it known that Sharkbait would fall under his care and he would not fail the pup in this. As she wordlessly peered at him, he watched her with an intent stare, wondering what was ticking in her mind.
 
It seemed as though exhaustion had taken over her small body, and she moved to place herself at his feet. The swarthy titan watched as she lowered herself and formed a small golden shape in the sand more akin to a loaf of bread. There would be time for her to gather her strength, and he knew that he would require patience if he was to bring her to her true glory. Lowering himself so that he no longer loomed over her, the leviathan made a small dip in the sands and placed himself next to her just so that his dark hairs would mingle with her own golden ones.
 
‘You will be a Cairn too, Sharkbait,’ he thought to himself as his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before they shut and he joined her in quiet slumber – the protective shadow over the ray of sun.