Stavanger Bay Don't be afraid if there's no wind in my hair

her joy delighted him, warmer than the sand he set paw on, pulling him to shore with more power than mother sea could lure him back to water.

his name - да! and words in a language he did not know, but for the familiarity it had. an excited falter in speech? his chest constricted - too cute! even his mirth had a singer's rumble, as his laugh rose and fell like a melody.

woerds, mai girl! thei haev failed yeau! but it was fine, his own weren't much more reliable.

curiosity had his head tilt, as she appeared to guide him to something. before following, he raised a paw, took a breath, and shook out his coat.

when enough water was gone from him, slavuj loped after reverie, cords now falling over his eyes.

it was a... морска звезда. 

the commontongue word eluded him. slavuj glanced sideways at reverie, the young woman cleary unfamiliar with the critter. 

he smirked. 

waetch this.

he howered a foreleg over the crawling starfish. the water seeping from soaked cords enlivened it, and the little aquatic wonder began to outright walk.



watching it scamper toward water, slavuj grinned. thei aere incheresting, but live in sea. it ies veeery lucky tchu see one on beech. 

he leaned into reverie. quik, maeke ae wish!