Stavanger Bay we dwarves are natural sprinters

dalia caught sight of him before he had drawn too near; he watched fondly as she approached with a frisking gait, stepping back to avoid the small sandstorm she cast his way. bright-eyed, unkempt, and flecked with blood, the girl called first his name and then her own exclamation.
while velen had already caught the oily vulpine musk that clung to her, he decided immediately to humour dalia, and leant forward to sniff exaggeratedly at her cheek. "were you fighting a shark again? dalia!" the tall boy chided in a facsimile of chastisement, "what have i told you about that?"