Stavanger Bay blackwood farm

To her eyes, after the repulsive behavior of those that had pledged to tend to her and she to them, Skelliege had provided her a kindness. He had not attacked her, nor had he dismissed her in her time of need. Doe was equally patient with her, and the pale witch drew a moment of comfort from their actions. It was different here, it was a sensation that she couldn't quite place. If she came here, if Silver Creek did not accept her, she would thrive and so would her children. They would overcome the Drop, they would make it and be reborn, blessed by the sea. 

It might not be their fate, and Rowan had a nagging sensation that her children would not be born so close to their own lands. 

She nodded as the wraith spoke, looking towards the sea as it crashed and called. It's ebb and flow pulled her soul and she longed to anoint herself in the waters of the sea, to wash away Donnelaith and it's scent and leave her fresh and new. Her pale eyes flashed for a moment, the silver flashing at the idea. "Perhaps it is how things will be." She wouldn't reject the concept. Maybe it would be better, even. Perhaps worse. If she and the children were so close to Donnelaith, who was to say that Aria wouldn't come for them? 

Her thoughts abruptly shifted and she faced Doe again, turning towards the rise as Casmir had done. "Far off - that little chain of mountains out there." She said. "I've never been out there, but I believe it will take a couple days at my pace."