Stavanger Bay and the fire with all the strength it hath

Atoll did not know why she felt the need to posess things so fiercely. Truthfully, she did not recognize it as a need or drive at all. She merely wanted, and and wanted in this way since she was a very small thing, owned by others as she now owned little Quil. And when she saw that her charge had risen from where the woman had left her, a great fear came upon her that was difficult to quash.

But she did not snap at the child, or pick her up and place her back where she belonged. Compassion for the girl won out over her need to own, and she merely laid herself in the entrance to hers and Szymon's home, blocking the mouth of it like a dragon gaurding its princess.

"What do you seek, Quil? I will bring it to you," she said sternly, craning her head in an attempt to meet the girl's eyes. She was a strange little puppy - not as large or loud or energetic as the sons of Riverbone. This was no daughter of his, obviously, but Atoll hoped she could make her a daughter of the sea.

Worry touched the edges of her mind once more as she thought of The Drop - a fete her girl would surely have to face sometime very soon. She would speak to Skellige, and see if it could be postponed until the babe was in better health, but aside from that, Quil would be at the sea's mercy.