Stavanger Bay morning glow

of course, kjalarr responds. this is my first time back here in many years, he admits. but if they still exist, i know of some good spots to grow and store your medicines. kjalarr replies as he leads the way, welcoming her into the bay's claim.

there was no telling how the years might've shifted the land: or how the earth had reclaimed what had once been his mother's medicine garden. my mother was a healer. though it was not his forte, he remembers in the wispy, hazy memories of a cubhood long since passed trailing after her when ragnar had been too busy to let him join in patrols.