Stavanger Bay Song of the waves

There was certainly a moment of hesitation in the idea of allowing a blind girl into their fold. The rift would not be easy for her, and the ocean would have been even more of a challenge. Still, it was the perfect way to test how well their culture could shape others. The brute imagined that if she was willing, she would find a great strength as a member of their ranks. In time, she would have been able to venture out on her own and discover their surroundings. It was that premise of growth that he found to be a compelling reason to grant her a home. This, and the idea that she was a very willing type – one who seemed overly pleased to offer herself.
 
Ford breathed a heavy sigh at her last comment and bowed his head a short way. He looked at her sightless gaze and wondered again if it was wise of him. Without another thought, Ford cast his doubts from his mind. He mentally affirmed that she would have the support of the others when she needed it, and she would grow beyond the weaknesses that life had granted her. All it took was someone who was willing to offer themselves to the idea of growth.
 
“Then you are welcome to Stormrift. Press yourself to my hip and I will lead you into the beach so that we can find you a place to den,” the warhound offered her and turned so that she would have an easier means of finding where she should stand. Ford did not know the limitations of a blind person, but he thought it best to make himself as accommodating as was possible until she was able to know the bay better. After some time, she would learn their land and it would have become second nature to her. Until then, he thought it best that someone remain by her side.