Stavanger Bay but albert with one aimed harpoon ignited their rum with a spark

she was angry in her defeat, and it showed in the simmering harshness of her gaze. with no one around to redirect her anger to besides him, she found herself sharply reining in her tongue. there was no one to blame but her for her loss, and unwilling to be so introspective about it (and how could she? she was but a child) sandpiper instead boiled in self-pity and fire.

raptor's attempt to console her was met with a rueful gaze that could not hold its' iciness for long - she fought against the smile that ruined the sorrowful composure of her face -- but what he had said had been so lame.

"that fucking eel." sandpiper growled, bringing a paw to her face to cover the smile his joke had conjured. she had no reason to be so angry towards rosalyn - she had lost fair and square - but it did nothing to balm the sting of her shameful loss.