Stavanger Bay but you're lookin' lights out, turnin' me on

He came bounding after her, play in his movements, and Vairë lowered her head in a coy manner. She went parading into the surf, deeper than she’d gone since she got here, tasting salt when she laughed.

Up to her shoulders, she looked to her husband on the shore, using a flick of her sodden tail to toss water his way. A weak effort, sure, but she wasn’t quite used to playing in the water.

As evidenced when a wave nearly knocked her over a few seconds later, sending her stumbling into shallower waters with a breathless noise.