Stavanger Bay (fall in, fall out, fall along)

Qilaq listens to every word Doe speaks, listens with every fiber of her being. Missing a single word may mean she loses some bit of information she needs to find the answers. There are more questions swimming in her head, feelings that she doesn’t know how to put into words. There is a silence when her mother finishes speaking and Qilaq stares off toward the opening of their new home to consider what she wants next. None of the story is familiar but it tugs at the ends of her nerves, as if she should remember, but comes up empty handed—there’s a hole somewhere she now can’t fill, memories she can’t put into place, and she sighs again.
 
She moves after a moment and shuffles, turning so that she can see Doe’s face but her head returns to the floor, nestled on her paws as her gaze flickers away.
 
“Can…” she pauses, unsure of what she wants to say or how to find her voice. She stays silent for several more seconds before she shuffles back up into a sitting positon, frustrated when she can’t find what she needs to get across. “We go there?” she asks, ears cupping forward with a slight tilt of her head. She isn’t even sure if she wants to go at all but, maybe, she can piece a few things together.