Stavanger Bay it is a common fault

By the simple curiosity in the man's gaze alone, it was known that her thoughts were true. Why did it matter? She had her way, and he had his. 

He had moved on, anyhow, not questioning her. Clearly there was not that much interest; or a different topic was more important.

Kjalarr.

An interesting name, but it slid from the tongue quite well.

Kjalarr. The pale woman would then say it aloud, dedicating the name, and each individual syllable it held, to memory.

I have not yet been down this way; to see the waters. A small pause. Cyrena's snout tipped upwards, lips parting slightly to allow both taste and smell of the salty water to graze her senses.

I fine place to make settlement. Or so I see it... as I imagine you do as well. Why would he not? He had chosen it, after all.