Stavanger Bay morning glow

he suspects it might be his age; and the fact that he has experienced much in his long lifetime that keeps memories of cubhood hazy and unclear. there are some things he can recall with clarity and others are like dancing will-o-wisps, fluttering out of his grasp before he can latch onto them. when you have lived a life like mine, some details and fade while others stand out with more clarity. he gives voice to his train of thoughts, then. i have seen a lot in my lifetime, he drawls with quiet contemplation. and i suspect i will see much more before i reach the dawn of my life.

a lofty, errant shrug is given.

her question is fair and kjalarr does not answer right away to put thought behind his words. was he interested in heirs? he had many children: those he knew of and those he did not. perhaps they are not his priority.

a ...cozy village, where i can practice my religion and culture and those who wish to make a home with me, whether they decide to follow my culture and religion or not. either way, kjalarr was not interested in forcing anyone. i have had many children over the years. if they happen, then they happen but it is not my priority.