Stavanger Bay When the sun is high

Pree... Preela... Preeloo? Preel?  Doe wasn't quite sure what the girl has said, but decided to go with the first optio, as it was the least complicated. "It's nice to meet you, Pree," she said, having finished her inspection of the girl. She seemed hale and healthy enough. "I'm Doe - aren't you cold out here?" she asked, for the wind was whipping rather fiercely, as it had done for most of the season thus far. At least she wasn't wet yet - her own children could hardly be kept from the water, and Doe had as hard a time keeping them warm as she did dry.