Stavanger Bay grapefruit sky (dr harvey’s theme)

By happenstance, Wilwarin was not far from her sister. She had ventured far in her hunting; as was her way, she was distracted by all manner of things.

Birds in the trees, at first. The sight of different trees beginning a transition for the season, as summer came at the land in full-force. Then, the sea. Wilwarin had felt the rumble before she'd smelled a lick of salt - it called to her spirit in a way that nothing else had, thus far.

There was a sour note upon the air that was intriguing to her. She danced across the sand after it, as if following a ribboned path; she did not see her sister, for her eyes were focused upon a large protrusion of the surf. It was larger than any stone Wilwarin had ever seen - and the closer she got, the sweeter the air became; noxious like rotting fat, and old fish.

Wilwarin passed a dark shape which crowed a sound and startled her immediately; her steps were fleeting, but she did not fall, and wheeled about to look wide-eyed at the thing as it winged away. The crow came to roost atop the boulder and stared down at her imploringly, and she felt somehow judged.

That was when she finally noticed Vairë, and moved hastily to join her. A small huff followed, both to ease the tension that the surprise had brought to Wilwarin, and to greet the other girl.