Stavanger Bay as if anyone could wait for you

there was an irony here, that the thoughts of velen and dalia walked the same path, but could not be shared. not here, not now. but still the boy was content simply to be near to her, and gave a low rumble of laughter at her teasing words.
"oh, whatever!" velen scoffed, following dalia's growl with one of his own. dropping to his own bow, the ceto darted forward to snap playfully at her small forepaw; it really was quite tiny compared to his, wasn't it?