Stavanger Bay And in the morning sun

to the hale nomad, she is unreadable …and not just because he cannot see her facial expressions in the dying dusk. she is a stranger and wintersbane errs, naturally these days, on the side of caution; but there was no need for hostilities nor the assumption of them. she shows no such display and he keeps his posture casual. the tides, he half-jests. i’ve travelled from the south-west. i was hoping to shelter here for the night. though wintersbane isn’t sure what a good night’s sleep was anymore, he also knows that isn’t the end of his desires for this place.

longer, even. he seeks to claim this place upon the desire for family and an empire that his children would one day rule. something he can leave them — quellcrist and those that follow and would follow her — beyond a ill-reputation.