Peggerty knew never to assume anything about the sea and its waves, those horses would never be tamed even if one learned to ride them, always there was the matter that one must know the nature of the beast in more ways than on. The irraka was ready, and for a moment was perturbed by the voice too close, yet she coped and it barely put her off her being what she was Peggerty had seen man strange and experienced yet stranger things.<br/><br/>The red-haired surfer tipped an imaginary hat, and shouted “See you on the flip side…” Then with a flick of her flame like crown she was off through the waves riding them as one would a fine thoroughbred yet occasionally the she would ask a little more.<br/><br/>Craig heard her howl over the waves though it was far more than a wolf howl it offered so many sensations it was like a song of the sea, and an offering to them in words that only one of hers would truly know but that anyone that really listened would understand. Once more joy and respect mingled into one also a dash of her own confidence. The irraka cut the waves and played there like a pup, perhaps showing off a little but it was all in fun. Finally she found the sand and let out another call…<br/><br/>One was thanks to the sea and the horses the other was one that he could buy breakfast.<br/><br/>Oh but she would have loved to have slipped into the hisil, and watched the waves there, but now was neither the time or the place perhaps later when she was alone…though this man seemed to have an affinity…was he blooded perhaps? He interested her yet further.<br/><br/>Peggerty lay on the sand watching as her dogs harassed her.<br/>