Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

the little bird moved to press her paw against the island rannveig had created: it was a such a small gesture, but something about it seemed so pure and genuine. rannveig felt oddly moved, though he hid it deep. 

he could not hold her gaze for long - for he found he was fretful and abashed by the influence Mona seemed to hold over him. she mentioned in her soft voice the distance between them and her home, and then just as smoothly asked of warsaw. it’s far - but the distance does not seem so deep. my family is with me - well, my siblings anyway. so Warsaw is just another island to me. he wanted to change the conversation back to her, to show curiosity in her, and her interests. yet the wellspring of appropriate discourse was dry in rannveig and he grasped for casual subjects. there’s islands down the coast, you know. since you’ve never seen one and all I could show you. if you’re not too busy — why are you so far from home anyway?