Stavanger Bay ready to sail ya seadogs

He laughed at the she's calling him a rascal, but as she began recounting her adventures, his steady gaze fell subconsciously upon the waves. Embry listened thoughtfully, and nodded as duly cued. Rosen Rogues. How amazing! To have such an esoteric past.

Embry chuckled as she mentioned the rainbow rose, snorting a few times at her comments. She was a wonderful storyteller, that's for sure. He could have listened for hours, just watching the waves with this rambunctious ex-rogue. He gazed over and noticed, for the first time, her checkered pelage.

"I'd feel mighty deprived if you held your tongue at this point," he grinned. "But before you tell me more - what did these rogues call you?" They hadn't shared names yet, and, while he felt like he already had known the girl for ages, he was curious to as what she was known as.