Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

Having been used to be the one to always tell the stories, Osprey was happy to find out that Onyx offered to tell one/ones herself for a change. How long had it been, since anyone had told her anything? A couple of months definitely. She remembered Blue willow her telling a tale about a heron and another bird competing. "Then I am lucky, because I like them too," she replied, feeling glad for having found a kindred spirit in this field. "I will be happy to do an exchange - you tell me a story and I tell one for you in return," she offered, what she thought was a fair deal.