Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

we can fade here or with your next post maybe? :)

The cloudberry allowed her gaze to return to the waves as they fell into silence again, though it was not a heavy or uncomfortable one. They just sat there, two strangers with much baggage on their shoulders, watching the water dance. On her part, there was some unrealized relief in having spoken of the past with somebody. Perhaps it was better that they were not well acquainted, there was no risk of judgement. 

"Sure," she answered easily, standing and shaking some of the sand from her pelt. It seemed an invitation. She paused to make sure he was accompanying her, asking with a small tilt of her head, "Will you show me the cliffs?"