Stavanger Bay as if anyone could wait for you

:D

she appeared, a speckled little wraith with pretty paws. velen stared at her, eyes widening as she told him how he looked. her own horror arose on her lovely features; his own settled into a fond smirk as he watched her scramble to cover her faux pas. it was quite cute, actually, though the thought of calling her cute made him suffer a great bolt of anxiety.
"welf," he muttered around the single flower and the stone. "fuh'you." narrowing his eyes in annoyance at himself, velen decided in the next moment it would be better if he emptied his yap. and so he bent forward, laying the blossom at her forepaws and following it with the green stone he had discovered.
"there were, um, more flowers. but. the wind. and sorry that rock is ... uh.... wet," the ceto apologized sheepishly. why hadn't he wrapped it in anything besides his own saliva? gross.