Stavanger Bay but i got one condition

vairë apologizes for breezing past them, and when she settles beside him, rhaegal leans close to press his nose to her cheek briefly; in greeting, in affection.

aye, rhaegal replies to caracal's question? statement? this be a bay. rhaegal affirms with a low, deep chuckle. he takes the information the younger man offers eagerly, though: that this is one of a few bays ... one of the nicer ones, caracal offers.

which bay we make our home is up tae her, a soft cant of his head given in his doewife's direction. it's her dream. and so long as rhaegal was near the sea, he was a happy man!