Stavanger Bay i don't wanna be you

acutely aware that he was beginning to die from the delicately poignant scent wreathing around the pair of them, velen swallowed and arched a brow, hoping to regain his former confidence. "just the ushe, huh?" he teased, but was heplessly struck dumb when dalia turned the spear of her seablue eyes upon him. her eyes had always been beautiful, but today they seemed particularly alluring, aglow with something for which he had no name.
enraptured, the ceto spoke. "ford asked me if, in the future, i might want to lead a pack at the sentinels." unsure of how she would take this, unsure of how even he felt about it now, velen was silent, awaiting her response.