Stavanger Bay for the winds that blow today,

The golden cloaked girl tugged against the nape of his neck with force and the pale yearling breathed a heavy and dramatic sigh that caused his body to sink further into the sands. His tail flapped once before falling back to rest against the ground and he lifted his head only slightly so that he could eye her eager expression with a glowering stare. Every inch of him wished to remain planted in the sandy shores of their home, but he had always had a soft spot for the gold in her gaze, so he huffed and rolled over to support himself on his elbows. “Yer lucky I love ye,” he grumbled and then grunted himself into a standing position with an unimpressed look at her ready shape.