Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

She blushed slightly at Arturo's formal words. Miss Chusi- yeah, right. She almost chuckled, but managed to keep it in, thinking it might be rude to just so openly display amusement. She listened to the scarfed one once more- her ears perking at the new word and accent that prickled her brain. It sounded so different from the language she was used to. Päiväperhonen- yeah, i like tha'. She said with a smile, her accent a little rusty and off-sounding. After the dancing and päiväperhonen song of the scarfed lady was over (her accepting the compliments she got for her dancing with appreciative nods) she sat her butt down. She cleared her throat lightly. She would make a tale up if that was what was liked here- perhaps then the lady in gray would reconsider.

There once was a lil' girl. She nevah got to play outside, or see the wonders of the outside world. Her motha wanted her to stay inside in the dark. Still, there was once creatu-ah that just enchanted the lil' girl so much she couldn't resist steppin' out of her den. She told, the words coming straight from her heart. Perhaps no one would notice the story was actually about her and how she had gotten here in the first place.

They met in the field- an equally lil' butterfly bein' the symbol of their friendship. They promised to protect eachothah from the dark and monsters- not knowin' their small kingdom was fallin' apart. The lil' girl's mother was so mad and showed her true form- a monster as dark as the place she had kept her child. The lil' girl didn't know wha to do- so she fled with her friend to the sea with anothah woman. The lil' girl finally had a place to exploh and be happy. But that was not where her tale ended. If only it had- even if the actual end was a happy one too.

But her friend soon felt sick- forcin' 'im into a den where they wept with just the three of 'em. The lil' girl wanted to help 'im so badly she got lost... A dark creatu-ah that could no' or would no' speak found her and they again were found by a white man that told 'em of the sea and his home. Her eyes shifted to Szymon for just a moment. They went to a place where sometimes, all the wolves of the sea gathered to tell tales. The lil' girl knew then that she had to share her one too- for these she trusted and with 'em she would find happiness... Her eyes trailed over each of them with a happy smile, tiny sparkles of tears twinkling in her ocher orbs. They were "happy tears" she knew.