Stavanger Bay white elephant in the room

Mannoah was, by nature, an easy-going creature. She had seen much in her time and was rarely ruffled by things she now considered trivial and mundane. The disdain of others was under this category, as were famine and death. But somehow, in her state of heightened emotion, vomiting became a very big deal.

It did not take much encouragement from the boy. She'd seen his disgust and confusion first, but as soon as he smiled at her, Mannoah swooped down on the perceived weakness - her long limbs carried her swiftly toward the other, and though she was larger than he, she did her best to tuck herself against his chest as she laid down, legs folding underneath her like a newborn fawn.

Words meant nothing between them, so the woman gave a soft whine - half demanding and half pleading. Pay attention to me, she said, twisting her head to set the full force of her burning gaze upon him.