Stavanger Bay ladle

glancing a bit nervously at the man who had continued to remain silent, lestan blinked, offering a gentle sway of his tail. "i know your mother, and also moonglow, having stayed there for a very brief time."
it felt good to finally experience something that appeared to have the shape of success. her offer almost caused his aching legs to buckle; lestan glanced back over his shoulder toward the place he had left reverie. 
he really should get back, but he was not sure he would make it without rest. "i would be very grateful for that, mrs sveijarn."