Stavanger Bay (fall in, fall out, fall along)

Sleep does not come back to her, even when she shifts in the curve of the earth, twisting and turning for just the right position.  None of them make her any more tired or comfortable and most times she ends up a mess of legs in the air, staring at the sky. Sometimes she can make sense of what's happening above her and others write intricate stories far too complex for her to understand yet. 

Or so she assumes. 

It is later when she hears a rustling, twisting herself back to her belly and eyes drift upward to Amayo's face. Long awake, her tail thumps eagerly and makes a half hearted attempt to stand, only to mostly remain in place except now she's facing her mother. 

"Yes," she says quietly, dropping her head to rest on the arch of earth to keep her nose pointed upward. 

Her grey eyes watch fondly as the woman accepts the answer and moves, wandering briefly out of sight and returning a moment later. When the suggestion is brought to her attention, her eyes widen and ears stand erect upon her head. Questions fill her mouth, weighting down her tongue so that she doesn't even know where to begin and manages to squeak out an excited "okay!" instead.