Stavanger Bay i'm a traitor to your flesh, in a stone

AW, borders

as the sun descended beyond the visible plane, a lone figure and its slender shadow cut long and dark across the strand. in between motes of brilliant gold and autumn-orange the seawitch's form rippled, interrupted only when she dipped between thick boughs of the forest and verdant green.

she had ideas to stop at donnelaith, perhaps to evince one last quarrel from the insufferable wolf she knew as osprey. maybe she'd even daringly steal across donnelaith's heart to find lasher's corpse and defy osprey's stupid wishes. her plans for riot and havoc and all manner of foolish ruction were grounded swiftly when she noticed the heady scent of claim-land.

stavanger bay had not been claimed since ragnar, and she was most curious to see who held the rocky throne. equally happy to abandon her schemes of upheaval, the spidery female made directly for stavanger's borders.

she halted a respectful distance away from the clearest marker, and with the fine grace of a siren threw back her slender head and issued a shrill cry for company.