Stavanger Bay A Tisket always has a Tasket. You don't need a Basket, though. Keep that.

the cairn claim is almost as magnificent as she imagines the sentinels had once been (and in a way, still are).  as far as lilia was concerned, these shores belonged to she and her siblings.  she had never been afraid to take and to claim, and this bay was no different.

already she was becoming acquianted.  there was a vast array of wildlife here that warsaw had not offered, and she was eager to get to know each and every rock and creature and plant that they bay had to offer.  she sinks beneath the waves and stays there for hours.

her head breaches the waves. the wind carries their voices, their echoes reaching her ear.  salt-crusted withers ripple to life beneath the weight of the water and she begins to swim like a predator towards the trespassers. 
 
they were beautiful, but not as beautiful as she.  the way they moved against each other twisted her heart for it reminded her of morrigan; she pushes it down as she clips towards them.

she's never been one to fight, and she knows that they need the numbers.  still, they had crossed over (presumably....) marked borders, and lilia could not fathom such a thing.  she breaks through their conversation with a single observation: you're close.