Stavanger Bay dreams and aspirations

it was velen who caught sight of the scarred creature, the wraith who moved in newness and an aloof elegance along their marine borders. he had watched her for some time before opting to approach, for her ghostliness both intrigued and chilled him.
like ford, the woman was striking in visceral ways, and the ceto wondered from where she had come. it was not long before he closed the distance between them, lowering his muzzle affably to sound a friendly chuff across the small expanse as not to have his intentions for company misinterpreted.