Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

Tveir listened but made no more comments or movements, preferring to just lean against his father and observe. It was interesting all the changes happening and though he wanted to rebel against it, he was slowly becoming accustomed to it. He tilted his head and listened he wagged his tail at the mention of a festival. Excited for it, even though he wasn't entirely sure what it was. Junya comin' to da febistal?