Stavanger Bay Spirit cold

My brain is super clunky. Sorry for this post! ;-;

It had taken some time, but the golden-eyed Cairn was finally beginning to warm to Qilaq’s presence in Doe’s den. More often than not, he slept in or near the entrance, though he could be persuaded to inch nearer if Doe expressly requested his presence. Sometimes, though, he felt within the little sea urchin’s constant presence an insurmountable anxiety — she was tiny and fragile, and her occasional cries still caused his hackles to spike with inexplicable irritation along his spine.

Tonight he was simply restless, and he carefully extracted himself from Doe’s side to exhaust his energy in the Sea. He enjoyed the nights the scrappy little witch doctor beckoned him near and he could preen the nape of her neck and shoulders until she fell asleep — he normally didn’t sleep when he was that close to his Chosen One and their small, precious ward. Webbed paws spread as he padded quietly out into the sand with a jaw-cracking yawn, making for the shoreline.

Before him was the golden child who the Sea had returned to Skellige — Sharkbait. Writ upon her youthful features was an unhappy expression, which did not precisely surprise the golden-eyed boy, but he felt that he had played a part in it by targeting her attention during the blessing. One did not apologize to a child — and yet he wished to appease her in some way, for her flightiness was concerning. Skellige wanted her, and therefore she would have to remain here; but Szymon had gained a measure of understanding for small, young creatures after his experience with Qilaq and hoped to entice the pixie-like girl to stay. “S-S-Small one,” he intoned quietly, wondering if his words would carry the same weight as Skellige or Doe’s. His bass timbre was as gentle and non-threatening as he could make it, but he didn’t think to lower his position. He merely stood, gazing upon her intently, as he commanded, “C-Come here.” As an afterthought, “P-P-Please,” he added, one tattered ear fanning out toward the surf, betraying the unease he felt.