Stavanger Bay And in the morning sun,

It was snowing.
 
As the Sealord maintained the borders fresh scent with each morning she had awoken from her slumber. Within the bay were there various of coves formed in the rocks, and comfortably so did she find herself into one of them to sink away from the natural weather that would hit their home. Upon peaking her head out, a white eye narrowed slightly at the look of the first snowflake that hit her nose.

She sneezed.

And so winter was here.