Stavanger Bay and everything we've come to it makes you you

Sakhmet had been many things.

She had been tala, issumatar, mother. Once a sister, too.

Anmaak.

Her breath punched the back of her throat like a gust of the breeze. A breathless sort of sound escaped her. Down she wished to go, upon the sandy bay's shores. Let the water sweep her out to sea if it so wished.

Only in your dream?

Her cheeks burned hot.