Stavanger Bay We'll sing the song of the sea,

She repeats his name and he smiles, eyes flicking to her mouth briefly to watch it curl around the syllables. He’s horribly obsessed with himself. What can he say? His name is an interesting one. The girl who found him named him as such. His last name coming from the day she found him on she had said. A holiday humans celebrate to honor their significant other. He doesn’t share the backstory of it with her, not this day. But perhaps latter if he finds himself in the pleasant company of his Sealord once more.

He doesn’t miss her question though and he smiles at it. “I was. The place I lived was on the coast as well. My fur curls horribly from the saltwater and I always ended up looking like a newborn lamb.” He jests with a laugh at the memory of his human girl laughing at him for the curls the sea gave him. “I had fond memories on the shore of that powerful ocean.”

He tilts his head. “What about you? Where did you come from?”