Stavanger Bay chasing dreams like i'm on novocaine

mindlessly moving her paws in a circle in the water, she turns her muzzle downwards & watches the ripples hypnotically. they cross over the crystal-clear reflection of the stars, warping their dimensions, their sparkle not dimming. a sigh escapes her throat as the silver-pelted goddess shakes her fur out lightly, taking in the entire feeling of the area of which she was in wholly. the divine feeling was unrivaled anywhere else-- before something crosses into her senses. chuffs. sharp exhales, slight growls with the ever-so slightest tone of aggression. it was almost a nervous type of noise. amatsu turns her direction away from the stars, the water, the sky-- reluctantly-- though in this moment, she must. her glacial gaze points into the night as she squints, trying to make out a possible form... though it's so dark it seems impossible. rather than waiting for a stranger to meet her with aggression, she calls out into tho depths of the bay.
,,hello?''