Stavanger Bay (fall in, fall out, fall along)

Once again, the woman's words fall on deaf ears. Doe eyes her girl ruefully as her attention wanes but accepts her into her embrace with a huffy laugh. It is getting awkward - and not just because the girl is growing into a gangly adolescent. Doe is growing, too, and her belly is almost too wide to to accomodate her first daughter's cuddles.

They do their best, though, and the sun rises on mother and daughter with weak but warm light. Autumn is fully upon them by now, and cool winds rake almost constantly across the bay.

Doe decides that it's time.

"Wanna see something?" she asks softly, rubbing her cheek against the top of Qilaq's head before gently untagling herself and standing aside. Even if the girl hadn't been listening, the stance is an easily recognizeable one: Let's go.