Stavanger Bay he finds wings

Moorhen frowned; she knew better than most that the sea did not test; the sea cared nothing for them, nor did the rest of the wilderness. And their will was no match for the uncaring world they lived in. She knew, even before Wintersbane answered, that he was a proud man. These things were concerning to her, but nothing was written in stone. If the bay proved too much for them, in time, she would leave with them, or she would leave alone.

I hope this serves you, she said after a moment, having dallied over her words for long enough to be sure she would not reprove him; it was not her place. Not too proud to learn from seafarer, I hope, she added, her tone a little warmer, less severe. There were a few tricks to learn — the most pressing, at the moment, was learning to kill a crab without being pinched. Pressing, mainly, because she thought it might be terribly amusing to see the great man brought low in this way.

If there is time for lesson, she added, giving her leader room to take his leave, if he so desired.