Stavanger Bay morning glow

for a blip in time, she regretted the question.

only to realize there was knowledge in this too. perhaps he returned to remember these things that had been lost in time. tove was not one to be needlessly judgmental — especially to a man who stood here, kindly opening his home and arguably his heart to her.

oh, that’s alright. she offered in warm hushed tones. sometimes it’s hard to keep track of, even if you do remember.

a kind way to move forth from any memories that might haunt.

tell me of the new, kjalarr. what do you envision here when you close your eyes? a kingdom with heirs? a cozy seaside village?