Stavanger Bay tell the mirror what you know she's heard before

a momentarily chill glissaded the soft corners of dalia's features, transforming them to brief and fractured ice. rannveig paused, suddenly unsure -- but as soon as he thought he was aware of a coldness, the moment passed.

still, there was a little bit of an edge to her voice, and he frowned. what had he said? maybe she didn't like seaweed or something?

"oh that's where you'd be surprised," rannveig jauntily continued, eager to leave whatever tension had just happened behind (god wtf was wrong with him?). "there's these things called landsharks and they hide in the sand an-- LOOK!" he froze, his face contorted with wide-eyed fear as he pointed a shaky paw at a blackened stone that stood up from the flattened sand like a fin. hushedly, he shouldered dalia and spoke: "that's one right there. bet he's sleeping after a big meal or something."