Stavanger Bay come wayward souls who wander through the darkness

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deirdre, an empath, could sense his distress. her heart stuttered when she thought he might not turn to her, but then perhaps he had not heard! he looked to her then with eyes that carried something peculiar in them, and she did not wait for him to bid her. the child sniffed at him to see if he had come under any physical duress. nothing was there to hint to her as much, and deirdre tilted her head as she willed him softly to unburden yourself to me. what is wrong? to see him unsure brought uncertainty to her own constitution: skellige was a man who knew, and whose convictions were things that she did not think could be shaken. for her youth, the girl was wise beyond her years. faced with as much as she was it was something that she needed to be, though she still retained her sweetness, her innocence.

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