Stavanger Bay Heaven is a stone's throw away

dolefully sandpiper pulled an ear back at rosalyn's parting comment, but at that point she had already committed to turning and did so with an exaggerated 'i-aint-fuckin'-scared-of-nothin' saunter -- clearly the cairn girl was compensating for something but if you had of asked her, she would have said she was leaving with rightful swagger in her steps.

she wasn't really, and looked kind of comical as she put one paw in front of the other in a thrusting, jerky way like she was some epileptic chicken.

sandpiper didn't like how effortlessly rosalyn had denied her quips or how immune she seemed to be to belittling. disparaging someone down to their tiniest, most whittled form was one of sandpiper's only skills and life and she was at a lost that the dark-furred woman seemed impervious to it. of course, as she walked away all manner of insults came to mind a minute too late. for the rest of the night sandpiper would stew mentally over this encounter, and would probably hold a grudge for the rest of her miserable life.