Stavanger Bay how does the wolf sing each night, of the dominion of his heart

700 4 boo @Skellige

deirdre paused before the borders of the bay for what she prayed was the last time.

she thought of skellige, often. she had journeyed away and when her eyes closed and all there was was darkness, his face came. she missed him fiercely, but had needed to tend to donnelaith, and then to her family, before tending to herself and her own desires. but this, in itself, was for donnelaith, was it not?

deirdre wondered if he thought of her as she thought of him--frequently, unexpectedly, without reason and without regard to things that were meant to be priority. when she arrived, she was flustered--never before had she thought so much about something, and, after waiting a beat and feeling the reassuring breeze of ocean air mingling with forests breath, she called to him.