Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

oh! so much easier said than done. dalia nodded when ford gave her instructions but she just wasn't well-trained. not yet, anyway. even saucy's side lessons (which were more lax and fun! it was saucy, after all) weren't enough background. ford was massive, and in his gaze he held the might of a thousand ocean waves, stormy and crashing onto the shore. dalia, in all her glory, could hardly stand against one wave. and as they crashed down upon her, she could only think of the golden man and how he had come upon her. 

she didn't freeze, but she didn't do much.

it was instinct to duck her throat away from him, if anything, so she merely ducked her head and scrambled backwards from him, a low growl rumbling in her chest.