Stavanger Bay infinite

i hope you feel better soon! <3

they walk; their mis-matched trio. the listener leads and close to her side, her keeper prowls. though he still has yet to figure out ( or understand, or both ) their hierarchy and where he falls within it, but he knows enough. that where trikova goes, he follows and when she speaks: he listens.

this is the easiest way for him to grasp it and in this, ingram is willing.

even if he glares at the sand that yawns out before them with thinly veiled disdain for it lingers; gritty in his mouth. an acquired taste, he assumes; and as this is the first time he's ever been on the coast he is not sure what to expect.

the end of land, trikova declares and before ingram can let out a sigh of relief, the air is stolen from his lungs when she announces that this is not to be their home. he casts a glimpse at their surroundings, trusting her judgement. they could travel north east or south west — for it has not yet occurred to him that there are bits of habitable land just off the coast of the mainland.

having nothing useful to add, and trust that trikova will lead them to where their home was meant to be, ingram holds to his silence.