Stavanger Bay the inner claims i hadn’t breadth to shake

as he approached, her gaze rose, her speckled muzzle following. he asked a question, one that was quite relevant, leaving a small smile to play at the corners of her mouth. "mostly shells and sea-glass," she said softly, resting her paw on the damp sand, "i abandoned my collection when i left home, i'm sure my mother guards it for me." dalia wondered if he'd ever kept memorabilia from the ocean, or if it was something that only she did-- something she'd picked up from portia. 

her pale gaze fell to the conch again, examining it's smooth, pink interior, ears flicking. "they feel like gifts from the ocean," she added, realizing it probably sounded a bit childish. so, sheepishly, she added as she looked back up, "is that silly?"