Stavanger Bay i've tried to leave it all behind me

And work she does; setting about inspecting the dead and what may come. The soil is well enough for a garden, perhaps good as they would get so close to the sea. Various species could grow through anything, striking against loose sand as if it were nothing, but not all. And if she is to rear any group within these walls, then they need herbs to care for the ill, injured and mothers-to-be.
It is during these administrations that a summon beckons attention; a respectable note that leaves Valyri blooming. Intrigued, she lifts her head. Lips part and answer back; a welcome for the stranger at the door—it’s open.