Stavanger Bay Waking the lions in me

Godot was up to her usual -- nothing hideously productive, but it kept her entertained and out of most trouble.  So a howl interrupting her day wasn't really too much of a bother.  It was time to go see what was up.  Yet again she was one of the first few that had assembled, but this time she didn't have a shell to carry along -- just herself.  A quick scan of the ones present didn't really strike any chords other than Rosalyn (unsurprisingly), so Godot settled herself off to one side and waited.


Maybe she should have brought something along with her to keep herself occupied while the others showed up.