Stavanger Bay and everybody's got a shine on, walking down dayglow vista road

salazar.

kjalarr's good eye flickers to movement over the other's shoulder for a brief moment: squabbling gulls whose cries echo out over the soft lull of the ocean; breaking the other tranquil white noise before it rests back upon the young man.

not alone, no, kjalarr replies. there are a few already pledged to its creation. though presently it was woman who had flocked to the northman's budding village — not that he was particularly complaining about that per se. regardless, he does not give name to them yet: protective over them in that way that all leaders tended to be.