Stavanger Bay morning glow

though tove's question was perfectly rational, it brought with it a pang of guilt that lingers in kjalarr's chest ...somewhere near his heart. i don't really remember, kjalarr admits. he had been young and much more gung-ho to learn to be a warrior: like his father.

it was so long ago. six, almost seven years. a thousand lifetimes, it felt like, to kjalarr who had lived so many lives in that span of time. he did not want to admit ( at least not yet ) that he struggled to remember exactly what she looked like, the sound of her voice.