Stavanger Bay the mumbling of citadels

Just wanted to say you write beautifully for her. Thanks for the thread. :)

Sharkbait watched warily as the creature's head bobbed among the waves. She took the great white patches to be its eyes and she shuddered beneath their wide, empty gaze; she could feel its weight, even from a distance. But at least it remained out there in the water and didn't attempt to crawl up onto the sand to get to her. In fact, it came no closer, spy-hopping a few times before sinking back beneath the waves. It did not resurface again, though the youth saw another waterspout against the horizon.

For a while, she scanned the horizon, waiting to see if the great beast would return. She decided she would not venture back toward the water, now or possibly ever, not with leviathans lurking in the deeps. Not long after making this idle decision, her fair face fell slack and she took to staring emptily again, time passing her by in a sludgy, detached blur.