Stavanger Bay evening bay

The hour was late, but there was too much occupying the mind that refused to allow slumber.

Who knows, perhaps a short walk would lead Cyrena along the path to encounter one she desired. Tove was held close in mind, as she had been mentioned specifically by Kjalarr, but any other would do just as well.

A light tread, careful paws taking the lead. Oft, a soft stare would find itself upon the cloudy sky, mesmerized by the haze. To see the stars offered much awe, but such was all too common. Why not see something different for a change? The pale puffs hid part of the world. Was there a reason? There had to be...

Such a question would be pondered, attention partially taken from the direction her body was being carried.