Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

Onyx nodded agreement to Osprey's final words about religion. Religion was confusing- maybe she'd study more later, but for now she'd learned enough. Besides, she only really needed more information if she decided to go down that religion road. Oh, how I love stories. Do you want me to tell one? Or do you have one for me?!? She asked, her voice eagerly raising in excitement in her second question. Stories reminded her of Mama. She had told her stories. Onyx missed Mama a lot. The stories she had left from Mama were diamonds in Onyx's mind, pieces of Raven's soul handed down to Onyx when she had passed.