Stavanger Bay Dancing In The Moonlight!

as the male continued his song sandpiper looked out to the ocean: in some ways the lilt of his tenor matched the gentle hum of the sea -- it was as if the crash of the waves accompanied his voice.

he had a prettier, less raucous voice than raptor -- she could give him that. her only hesitation came from the fact the song had no decipherable words -- instead she was drawn to her own imagination, which she did not necessarily appreciate. she was not an extraordinarily imaginative creature, so the song lost rapport from her then.

"it doesn't have any words." she noted astutely, a flick of her tail given as she continued. "why doesn't it have words? what is it even about? how do you even know what it's about?"