Stavanger Bay We drew a map to a better place

Skipping with permission.

Ragnar seemed less than impressed with Ptarmigan's attitude, judging by the look on his face, but the female had already turned her attention to the more collected Cloud. “Not at all,” she admitted, and perhaps that was the first indication that she was maybe making a huge mistake.

The second indication was Ragnar's curt prompt for more specific information, triggering some gut instinct in Ptarmigan to get away. She glanced at Viggo then, waiting to see if the Ostrega would say anything, but if she was reading the signs right, the viking made him as uncomfortable as he made her. It was more likely that she was assuming things than that she'd really read her travelling companion right, but nevertheless, she made the executive decision for the both of them. She had always been somewhat rash that way.

“Actually, I think we should look around some more,” she said, back-pedalling as elegantly as she possibly could (read: not very elegantly) out of the situation. Before the scarred male could say anything, she'd already bobbed her head respectfully to Thistle Cloud and began to turn away. She only hoped that Viggo shared the same gut feeling about staying here.