Stavanger Bay beats made of bongos and shakers

dalia stuck her tongue out. "so dutiful, ms. sars soleil," she said teasingly, before shaking out her own coat and giving a quick half-jog to catch up with her friend. they kept moving, even as dalia looked up towards the partly-clouded sky, and all the blue that poked through the dark clouds. they were always so dark in the winter, but the sky was so pretty. dalia loved it. she loved saucy. she loved stormrift. 

she looked forwards again, her tail swinging, feeling a little floaty about the whole situation. she wished she always felt so at ease. it felt like an old memory, to feel at ease. oh bother.