Stavanger Bay Vivisection

It reminded the young woman of home.

The way the land morphed from unforgiving sea to a lush lay of plenty. She had drifted from the sandy shore inland, through the grasses to where the trees loomed in a welcome. They beckoned her to explore her depths and who was she to ignore their call?

Except it seemed she was not the only one who patrolled the bay. A dark figure that almost seemed to dip in and out of this world with the shadows. The figure reminded her of rogues who would loop the cove she had called home for her first few long months of life. Rogues often carried with them grand stories or skills unheard of.

So she would roll the dice and call out softly to him. Youthfully voiced with a bounce in her step as she trailed far out from him, but adjacent to him. Inclined to keep up should he find her interesting enough to halt his prowl, but aware of the social expectation of personal space.