Stavanger Bay goldjoy

The voice made her head lift, her eyes finding the shape with a pair of raised brows. The surprise was plain to see, before it melted into a little smile. She pushed the few oysters she had gathered into her carrying skin, setting it to the side of the pool and raising her head.

Good morning! She spoke, mildly breathless.

This is..well. We aren’t established yet, but this is our home, myself and my husband’s. We haven’t discussed a name quite yet. Vairë flashed a sheepish little smile.

We've not been here for very long! She had an idea for a name, but she hadn’t spoken it yet. At least, not aloud. In her head, perhaps, she had named these beaches.