Stavanger Bay but albert with one aimed harpoon ignited their rum with a spark

she could tell he was not at ease -- certainly, the events that had just transpired were imminently unsettling. she wanted to cry -- truly -- and steeled herself by sucking in a shaky breath through her thin ribcage, cold and all.

"it's my duty." came her quick reply, without even thinking she laid plain the structure of her core, the support that held the thin fabric of her life. her brother, smokestep. "she can't take that from me." sandpiper felt a new wave of anger wash her, and turned her thin face before he caught a glimpse of the frustrated tears that welled in her fierce gaze. "and.. i didn't want to be humiliated like that."