Stavanger Bay gazing in the rays of the solar

he definitely could! poor, poor, slow dalia had been bested in races twice now along these shores, but what did she care? a little race was sometimes a little fun-- and dalia had never been a sore loser. she always accepted defeat in stride.

she let out a bell-like laugh, ringing through the water in perfect chime. "bet not!" she called out anyhow, knowing it was a bold faced lie. she splashed forwards, petite paws not so delicate as they disrupted the tide, splashing little rings around her ankles. her tail waved behind her, ears pricked up as the pearl bounded through the water.