Stavanger Bay Long shadows

Good.  This lady knew it was not her place to mess around with Godot's stuff.  She liked her already, just for that.  She just knew she'd find some jerk willing to screw with it if she waited long enough.  Like that dude.  Maybe that was what she was supposed to be mad at him for.  No.  Didn't make sense.  Her tail flicked, catlike, and she gently nestled her driftwood prize at the front of her stash.

It was only then she looked back, and flicked her tail again, Good.  I know someone's gonna mess with it eventually.   I can't be here all the time.  If it's not gonna be you, then that's all the better.  Her words were kind of pointed, but that wasn't exactly abnormal for Godot if she wasn't being shy.  Everyone got the same treatment.  I didn't realize the beach would have so much neat stuff on it.  I wanna know what's under the snow.  More useful things I think.  She'd have a whole horde of spell components by the time plants were growing freely again.