Stavanger Bay metamorphoses

The pale DeMonte had made his way North to the coast a few days prior and had since lingered. It felt to him a bit like a vacation from the monotony of forests and mountains and plains he had spent so much of his life traversing. Though it was not his first time experiencing the the ocean, it was still newer enough that he felt excitement at being here.

Trouvère cantered steadily along the shoreline. His hair was wild and wiry from saltwater and his tongue lolled from a mouth turned up at the corners in a grin. His stomach was beginning to ache from hunger as it had been days since he'd last eaten, but at the moment he wasn't feeling too perturbed by this. In fact, he spied something in the distance that drove his hunger completely from his mind.

He watched the stranger as she leaped onto the rocks, her frame sihlouetted against the sun beyond her. Intrigued, Tru continued along the coast towards her perch. He moved to the base of her makeshift tower, peering up towards her with a grin as he called, "Pardon me, Rapunzel?"