Stavanger Bay You Win or You Die

sapphique?

sobeille’s steps slowed a half-beat, her gaze cast long and far to the resplendent shore. ‘actually i’ve been kidnapped by a caribou-killer’ just didn’t roll off the tongue.

it be fine. sobeille airily skipped past the question as they rounded upon dozens of barking sea lions darkening the shore. her mouth watered; how she missed the date of the shore! an’ you? ‘ow all de moonpacks be?

one ear turned attentively to the fisherman as she scoured between the roving bodies for any sign of seal.