Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

Sniffles had replaced sobbing as if the wordless comfort from the ghostly girl was  a dam to her river. She smiled softly at Ia—no, Iaghe—giving her a small nose lick as her own way of thanking the girl for her kindness. 

 Her ears swiveled to Andr, listening to his words while her eyes swallowed the girl made of sea glass, the same that washed ashore with her. There was a connection between the two females, one that was felt in the waves of their sea, a fierceness that was sure to ebb and flow with the tides of their friendship. If the girl stayed, of course.

If she didn’t shatter to pieces.

She nodded in response to Andr’s question, she was thankful it wasn’t accusatory. “I did…You helped me. Well, sure, before you ran from me when I got close to you...” She whirled to him then, a question coming to mind. “Do I stink?! Oh, no, I thought I fixed that in the river waters. I must still smell of that rotten seaweed..” Her cadence had quickened with embarrassment, redness coloring her cheeks.

How embarrassing! Ugh, stupid girl! You’re out here smelling like a fish carcass in the presence of Andr. Silly, naive, Fleurette!