Stavanger Bay ivunigaurak ⊭

if your daughter was interested in meetin' me, aye; i will come. rhaegal replies to her question, giving a soft, sage nod of his head. a prospect was a prospect: even if it didn't work out. surely, he wasn't the only prospect her daughter had. he shifts his weight in the sand, shifting out of the partial shade of the bay's arch and towards the sun so it could warm his back.

what's your lass' name? ...if i can ask? but perhaps that was reserved for the actual meeting.