Stavanger Bay iriġauraq(-) [m]

She looked like the white caps of the tide condensed to canine form. Striding, high-stepping, clicking her heels when the water swept so close that it touched her belly and made her shiver.

When she turned from the seafoam and headed up the beach, Wilwarin took in the sights sprawling before her: sand and shells, seaweed, and the leading edge of brittle bluestone steps which soon spread underfoot.

And there among the remnants of an arbutus, where grass grew tall despite the snow and weeds peppered the soil in close cropped clusters, a stranger.

Wilwarin drifted up and over, unphased, not thinking of danger or her condition, and danced around them! Wasn't the sea beautiful? Wasn't the snow magical? Her body arched as she danced and played around the stranger, dipping in to a sharp play-bow.