Stavanger Bay every time you move like that, I got to go to sunday mass

If this were one of her daughters, Journey would've come closer and thumped her on the back a few times. Instead, she only grimaced in sympathy while the stranger caught her breath, hoping, idly, that her pack had a good chemist for the cough that would surely result from this sad foray.

"Journey," she replied when prompted, her tail waggling in delayed greeting. "Nice to meet you, Kirain."

It was a pretty name; one that Journey would surely remember.

"I'm traveling with some friends," she went on, though clearly, she was quite alone. "Most of them are gathered already gathering at the hot springs; we're having a get-together there for mid-summer. You should come." Her tail wagged faster. "You'll surely see things you've never seen before."