Stavanger Bay you have what you have, and what you have is for you

a scent unknown to her clung to the thicket, feminine and, in sandpiper's eyes, unwelcome. she followed @Erzulie's tracks through the dunes to the bosk nestled in the bay's hidden keep -- here the scent seemed stronger.

sandpiper allowed herself but a moment to rest, her haunches pressed against the withered face of an elm. in front of her a tumble of stone and water trickled, a blackened archway sat atop a slab of split boulders. a den, perhaps -- though sandpiper had never visited it. for a moment she hung there, all temerity fled from her visage, for what sat in the dark cave was both unknown and intimidating to the cairn girl.