Stavanger Bay oo baby

Although the dark girl certainly found the scene pretty and somewhat awe-inspiring, she was not the type to stand and gape at the scenery. Instead, she moved out further onto the pebbly shore, intent on investigating the giant body of water they stood before. It was bigger than any lake, but Alya had been prepared for that. Daddy had told her a little about the ocean - that the water was salty, and no good for drinking, for one thing.

Still, she couldn't helphelp but lap up a bit of the water, just to see for herself. The taste was not wholly unpleasant, but it burned going down, and it did not quench her thirst.

"How strange, to have all this water and nothing to do with it," she commented, wondering what her sisters would make of this place. It seemed like a waste to Alya, but she knew that not all creatures found it without use. There were seal lions and white gulls and fish that breathed saltwater - all things that wolves could eat. She supposed she could see why her father might have liked growing up here, but the land was too bare and open for Alya's tastes. 

Still - "It is very pretty," she allowed, turning to face Nikai with a wagging tail. Here, she found herself pausing, admiring the way the sunlight softened the sharp green of his gaze, turning it to a color as warm and sweet as he was.

"I'm glad I'm here with you," said Alya, turning back to practiced words for a time. Their conversations on the way to the beach had progressed pleasantly and without artifice, but he was so handsome in the sunlight, and Alya found herself too flustered for the easy companionship they'd had before.