Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

She glanced at him curiously at the mention of claustrophobia. What an odd thing to feel. Then again, everyone experiences the world differently.

When it's all you've known, I suppose I can understand that. Once upon a time, I might've felt the same—the itch to move. Her voice softened. My birth pack was nomadic. We wandered the frozen north beneath the dancing lights.

Her smile faded completely as she paused. I watched them go mad, one by one, and slip away from this life. There are no words for that kind of pain.

She looked to him again, more solemn now. You're lucky to still have family to connect with. Hold onto them. Life is fragile, we forget that too often.

A deep breath rose in her chest, her tail swaying gently, sadly. After they died, I wandered alone. It’s different when all you’ve ever known is ice and silence. I think I went a little mad myself.

A dry chuckle left her as she shook her head. I walked until my body gave out. Some part of me was ready to die.

She trailed off, her eyes dimming.

Sorry, she murmured, trying to lift the weight from the air. That got heavy, didn’t it? Obviously, I didn’t die, since I’m standing here talking to you. A ghost of a smile touched her lips. A kind stranger gave me a reason to keep going. A home. Companionship. Hope.

Her voice faltered. And then he just... disappeared.

She looked ahead, voice quieter. I started wandering again. And somehow, I wound up here—at the Sentinels. Solenya offered me a place to belong.

Her gaze flicked to Bushtit, searching his expression, hoping her honesty hadn’t driven him away.