Stavanger Bay seagulls

wasn't she absolutely perfect? lestan was thankful all over again that thus far blossom did not seem to have suffered after her birth, nor their tense, brief time in swiftcurrent; nor the journey or anything else that came after it.
he cracked another pincer for her. "it's sweet!"
the mayfair was growing accustomed to shellfish and saltmeat, more with each day.