Stavanger Bay the sky

since seeing the woman in the weald, lasher had thought often of her. it was not in a romantic sense, but he had so few ties to his origins that any tangible link between another and himself must be explored, detailed, adored. but he had not been able to do this with the female druid -- she had fled, like a pursued doe, into the curtain of forest and night. but they had mingled nevertheless, and the sound of her voice raised in glorious song o'ertop donnelaith quickened his heart within his breast.

it was a sound filled with the murmuring of spirits -- when he had kissed the newborn babes, taltos made his way toward the sound, emanating from the edge of the nearby bay. perhaps she would be there again, and they could speak of this marvellous and mysterious bond betwixt them. skirting the water's edge, lasher searched for the girl with his murkwater gaze, but alas, she had departed.

yet a gift lay there, and immediately he knew that the woodwitch had brought it for him, to commemorate the births of the newest mayfairs. he lowered his muzzle to the decorated tines, breathed in the lingering scent of she who had brought it, like some wandering king seized by the sight of a high star, and presently he called out his gratitude in a long, low song.