Stavanger Bay when the river took flight

once called, deirdre flew toward the densite--and when she arrived, deirdre was a supple, pliant thing, the strong limb of a flower slumping and bent to the will of the wind that was doe and szymon's judgment! once granted access, fully, deirdre looked at each babe. they are beautiful, she whispered reverently, awestruck. deirdre herself had not thought of blessing them; these were truly cubs of the sea, and she would not whisper words of the forest until the sea, firstly, did so. deirdre wished to touch them, but would do nothing without the mother or fathers explicit consent lest she face their ire!

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