Stavanger Bay Sure as hell, unknown

guided south by winds known to her spirit but not her person, the spiderling ranges.

each day she uncovers something new about herself; some old part, hidden -- pakasqa, muskrat had said.

but this was not pakasqa that moved within her, faithfully restoring misused parts.

she comes across a boy her age more or less. and the animus within moving her limbs reacted violently to that grey face for reasons she could not place, or was not allowed to.

in the next second the flare passed, and the girl was left wondering what shred of a past life she'd tasted, if any.

but then came the rolling fog thereafter; as if a great hand spread out along the skyline of her psyche, blotting out her senses.

squinting through this newfound headache, the girl approached the boy whose attention remained fixated upon the sea.

did it call to him, too?