Stavanger Bay sleep makes waves

Most of the weeks at Stavanger Bay were spend in solitude upon territory ground -- he had little to no interest to step into the drama of Wheeling Gull Isle. He had little interest in petty drama at all, maybe politics just wasn't something that interested him, despite his eagerness to learn new things and to explore. So far the Iota had mapped most of the bay-lands in-depth while remembering the nooks and the crannies. But the task at hand left him with little time to socialize. He enjoyed the silence just this once, perhaps he needed it.

Mees was on his route to one of his favourite spots when ran into Osprey. His bright, ember eyes grew brighter as he was certain he recognized the girl from a meeting on neutral grounds; the day she snuck away. But what the heck was she doing here? "Hey spunky." Mees called out loud while wondering if she'd recognize their previous meeting when he called her spunky. "So, you on an adventure again?" This time, however, it did not appear that Blue Willow -- or one of her 'watch buddies' was anywhere close by. But then again, he didn't know her loss of memory history; perhaps he should have been paying more attention at history. D'oh.