Stavanger Bay i.vii : who was fitted with collar and chain

fading out here

She noted the name dispassionately, knowing she may or may not forget about it, if the coming days were as crazy as she expected them to be. Peryite, she answered, the name slipping lazily from her tongue. No use giving her actual name when she was deep within their territory. It could very well come back to haunt Blackfeather.

Once they'd reached the border, and it was all clear, she slipped off again. Now she knew, on the return trip, to steer clear of the bay. She didn't want to have to do that again, for sure.