Stavanger Bay she said there's nothing to be said, nothing to be gained

it might have been spring, but sandpiper was hardly in lifted spirits as she coursed down the cold coast. the brief spell of warmth had been interrupted by a deep swing of cold -- it was unseasonably hyperborean in nature and she looked up to the hidden sun with a deep scowl to her features.

hadn't winter had enough? she had -- and she was glad to be rid of it. the coast still spotted some faint vestiges of snow, but the brief warmth the week had afforded before it closed had been enough to expose earth that had been covered for months. sandpiper would have investigated the bright swaths of snowmelt had they not immediately frozen over by the sudden dip in temperature overnight. soured by the cold and feeling tremendously cooped up, the girl stalked down the coastline at a huffy clip.