Stavanger Bay hurt, i can't shake

JGKHSKS SORRY

she liked the way he spoke. it was clean and friendly, poised and magical. she felt he knew the beauty of the ocean and of the world around them, she liked to know more wolves like that -- she liked to think she was a wolf like that. though, truthfully, dalia was not so poetic. she loved the earth and spoke fondly of it, but embry seemed to tell a tale in his description. to it, she gave a gentle sigh. "the ocean knows much more than you and i do," she told him gaze falling again to the starfish. 

to his comment, she merely giggled, and then his question. "i haven't been studying long," she told him, gazing back up at him with a small smile, "but it moves slowly, with little... feet. lots of little feet."