Stavanger Bay let me down so i can fly, fly, fly

sandpiper heard the growl, and for a moment paused, wondering if she had perhaps wounded him far deeper than what a horse-shoe crab could balm. a better person might have dug deeper and pressed forth a more sincere apology -- sandpiper was not that person, and felt entrenched by her vulnerability. she had already said sorry, and that's all he would get -- plus the crab, which she thought was a tremendous gesture.

that was the thing about sandpiper that was so fatally flawed - she viewed the world the way she viewed it, and not through the lens of another individual. her perspective was colored only by her, and while she had the faculties to envision or empathize, she didn't entertain either because she simply did not want to.

he still did not trust that her actions were sincere, and she gave him a long stare with ears pulled back and a somewhat stern expression over her muzzle. she cast her gaze over to the rough patches of black rock, rolled her shoulders, and casually said: "cuz i wanted to, and that's all you're gonna get out of me anyway, so don't think i've gotten soft or taken a fancy to you, or nothing." with that she flickered her tail as if dismissing the matter and turned to walk away. mostly to save face -- she didn't actually want to leave his presence, but had no other way to facilitate that she was in control.