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

a satisfied sense of accomplishment curled around rannveig's chest, the emotion snaking into a smile as mona accepted his offer. not that it was creepy, a man offering to to take a woman he hardly knew on some harebrained jaunt to an island, but, rannveig wasn't just any man.. (sure, all men told you they weren't just any man, but rannveig insisted he was different). he was the kind of man that believed his words genuine, and also, didn't mind picking up a broad or two.

not that mona was a broad -- god, he thought she was just the prettiest thing he had ever seen -- but he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't be disappointed if some other kind of discovery happened on their trip.

then mona mentioned things that definitely didn't jive with the island vibe; just like that, rannveig's mood (in both extremities) plummeted. well, a lost puppy -- that was a moodkiller. he couldn't help but feel sorry for this stranger, whereever she was. ford might have thought such emotions useless, velen might have tittered that rannveig was a giant plushy softy, but really thinking about what mona had said -- about a child disappearing -- well, that was just depressing.

"that's a drag, man." he replied, rather inadequately too - he realized his choice of beach-bum words was not exactly sympathetic. "i mean, that does really suck. so she sent you to look for him... hmmm..." his eyes lit up: "any chance you think he'd be on an island?"