Stavanger Bay I am not the slave to history but rather the slave to ambition.

Rowan chewed the corner of her lip, a nervous habit she had since she was a child. She felt a stirring in her, a little nod as the male spoke. It was clear to her that he was good - kind hearted to a fault, at least on first impressions. Long ago my people were from Donnelaith.  Rowan explained. The chances were miniscule that these were not somehow her kin, but, she did have to leave room for chance and errors. 

"How long have you been there?" She asked, tail still swaying slowly behind her.