Gilded Bay rhythm is a dancer

she stole his breath with her presence. a dancer! he could tell by the sway of her limbs and the grace of even her smallest movements. the bard was at once enchanted, a state indigenous to his character.

the komondor leapt from rock to rock, in flight resembling a sheepskin carpet, until finally he had good position to further observe the stranger.

it would appear she was looking for fish. ah, a perfect icebreaker!

he gave a happy bark.

"do yeou neej help, yaeng miss?" the bard shouted with a smile from upon the rock, his many cords tugged at by the oceanway winds.