Stavanger Bay dreams, like coins down a well

He led them up along the coast.

Though Everett’s path had ended in futility, Evander felt his brother’s pain as though it were his own. He did not mock his twin by choosing the way beside the sea. Evander had sensed the longing to stay even as Everett had handed the reins of their journey to him.

They could not stay, not in one place. That truly was futility. But they could still search the coastline, and why shouldn’t they? Tybault or Ophelia could be here, and it was easier to cross sandy shores than the mountains that seemed to divide the land, anyway.

And, of course, it ghosted his bother with something of a smile.

He could not burn that hope so quickly. Slower was better. Any faster, and it might ruin him.

They came to a pause at far reaching bay, and while Everett searched the higher hills for something to eat, Evander decided to scout the waters.