Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

Antares fanned his ears, sheepish for a beat at her reply on his choice of words before he could gather it back up. Honestly, it was only what had seemed proper to him.. when much of his prior roaming never came this close to the edge of the sea. Here was much different than as only a distant horizon and the dark Ostrega had needed to forge that bond properly now in these drifting times.

And, he suddenly didn't know where to begin either.. but an already impassive expression may have kept it less seen, more felt. The beach is an easy one, he answered with a gentle flick of his tail. And cliffs at the edge of them--especially the northern side, he jerked his muzzle vaguely in the way he intended, hoping his sense of direction was mostly intact still here learning the seaside. Good spot to see.. everything. Sunsets, sunrises.. he added, willingly sharing his observations, though he had used them as distractions. Don't let me keep you from seeing any of it. I needed a quiet place.. and here's happened to be it for now, Antares mentioned, assuming word of this carried back with her to Moonglow. To his aunt's ears, specifically. He didn't want to paint the wrong picture here; this was just him hiding somewhere halfway meaningful that had been decent to him.