Stavanger Bay sweet mother

Ovid listened thoughtfully as Aiolos explained what he had been doing in the time they were separated. He was pleased to hear that they were already in the process of searching for a new place to call home and even more pleased that it would be on the coast. It looked rough now, scattered with debris left over from the storms that had beat against the shores. But their home would look different once they made it theirs. None of the debris looked too heavy to be moved, even if it took a couple of them to do it. He nodded his approval of the plan as Aiolos finished speaking. And what have you found so far? he asked, wondering how far the other man had gotten in his mission. He had grown tired of wandering and biding time until he could finally return to a normal life where he knew what he was supposed to be doing at all times. He looked forward to finally having a home again and sirens to serve once more; he could control things in that situation. Out here, everything and most everyone offered too many unknown factors, which was not an environment he thrived in.