Stavanger Bay hands getting cold

The freckled girl's willingness was something that did not go missed by the sea wraith. Though she did not seem to care about when her training began, he figured that it would have been best to give her a little time to prepare. There was a mindset that was involved in taking on a battle, even a mock one. While he did not doubt her capability, he wanted her to be as actively engaged as was possible. Time would gnaw at the inside of her stomach and teach her the ways of the warriors wait. Until then, he thought it best that they took to their borders and made a clear marking.

“I will call to you in a week or less. For now, let us work on tending to the borders and working on your strength with the water,” he offered her in a gentle tone. There was a small bob of his skull before he motioned for them to walk and patrol their bay. It would not have been long before they would have officially marked the territory as their own. In many ways, Ford felt pleased that he had happened upon Dalia; she was a valuable asset to their brood.