Stavanger Bay goldjoy

Vairë smiled at the man’s formality, waving a paw in the air in a flustered manner.

It is no matter. I will not judge a traveller. She ducked her head in a quick dip of acknowledgment of the traveler’s name, tail waving breezily behind her.

Many greetings to you. I am Vairë Sveijarn. The name sent a thrill through her, still new on her tongue but so wanted.