Stavanger Bay ex's & oh's

Of course, her disappearance would not go unnoticed. She was a precious child - daughter of a king - the blood of her ancestors fueling her, guiding her. Would Skellige have been proud? It probably would not have mattered. Flicking an ear too large for her head, she barely acknowledged her Aunt, although she did pause for a moment, concentrating on what was said.

She did not understand it all, not really, but felt an urge to be defiant. Lifting her snout, she returned her attention to the water, eyes solemnly held on the waves. The smell of salt was much more rewarding than that of soot. Not yet knowing fear, she could not honestly say she was afraid, but the depths made her cautious. Frowning, she yipped at the sea, falling back onto her rump.