Stavanger Bay You Win or You Die

it was time to go home. yet her feet carried her elsewhere. the emotion tightening her chest was something borne of strange apprehension.

of conflict.

she'd been taken against her will, and yet as the days panned on she had willingly stayed. how could she explain this to maman? to tante?

she had never once heard either matriarch's voices; it would have darkened sobeille's days considerably to learn her aunt conspired against her in swiftcurrent.

drawn to a dark cove, sobeille kept a meandering pace until she spotted a silhouette on the strand. her steps slowed to a halt, eyes narrowing as she recognized  the figure.

a new wave of emotions overcame her, pulling with the strength of some tidal locked planet. and yet, she could not bring herself to move.