Stavanger Bay when the river took flight

Short posts, sorry!

"Thank you!" Doe beamed, looking between Deirdre and Szymon before her eyes fell back on the four little lumps she'd birthed. They rose breifly, lovingly, to meet Szymon's stumbling compliment, but she could hardly keep them away from her children. She loved them all so much already. "Actually, Deirdre," she said, remembering something she'd had thoughts of during her pregnancy. She'd never consulted Szymon about it, but she couldn't imagine him having any protests. "You've become very important to us - and I hoped you might consider... being a godmother to these ones - and to Qilaq, of course," she explained, a little bashful as she glanced toward her husband. If he showed any signs of displeasure, she would be ready to call it off.