Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

Heph was not a particularly cautious traveler, but she possessed enough appreciation for surveying a territory and learning the hunting paths that she had matched the pace of one on her trek north. But when she smelled the overpowering scent of something almost astringent on the air and the sound of water which carried further than her eyes allowed she could convince herself that the sea which she had determined to lay eyes one was a mere jaunt away. That knowledge settled in her and she breathed it in as if to confirm her assumptions before using her legs to bolt off in that direction in a long lope of a wolf who knew where she was going.

And when she did finally catch sight of it her and the heavy air punched into her lungs with the force of that winter wind along the water she felt that breeze burn inside her chest as she rushed forward. It was vaster, than she had expected, more than she had expected. She could not see how far it went and that excited her, made her want to swim out into the waters cooling into the winter months and swim until she was not sure if she could find her way back. There was someone else there that she had hardly noticed upon her approach. "Think there's enough fish in there for the winter?" It was a joke because she did not know what else to say. She was well-able to appreciate beauty but the words that slipped out were playful rather than awe-filled.