Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

When she looked down, she saw a delicate, shiny, colourful shell. She raised her brows in real, actual, ecstatic surprise. It was no pearl, but it was a pretty little thing, and she loved pretty little things. The ravens would be most pleased with it, perhaps even enough to grant her a vision or some far off knowledge. She dipped her head to inspect the gift, sniffing at it as Njord spoke. Her smile might have been the most genuine it had been since Stjornuati had decided to ground her. Oh she could just eat this pirate boy up.
He moved closer to her, and she looked up at him hungrily. Well done, gæludýrið mitt, she said, quite sensually. Then, Valmúa abruptly leapt up and mouthed him, letting loose a playful growl.
She knew she wasn't supposed to stray too far from the Watch, but she didn't want to give him a boring tour of the same territory she'd been farting around for weeks. The fire sister also knew it likely that one of her brothers would be spying on her, and she had plans for this boy that they didn't need to worry about. Still grinning, Valmúa stood close to him. Words slipped off her tongue like liquid chocolate, sensual, decadent. Where will you take me?