Stavanger Bay but you're lookin' lights out, turnin' me on

She looked at him with her riverstone eyes, held in the moment by the goldmint of his, before she cast her gaze out over the sea.

Vairë thought, for a time, of abandoning what she had thought of and going a time worn path. Moonglow, Moonspear, Moontide. It was a legacy, a well trodden path.

And yet..

She couldn’t get it out of her head.

I think it should be named.. The gentle lapping of the waves. The soft hum of sand grains slipping against sand. The very first time she had heard of Rhaegal, her mother had proclaimed this place as such. Why not confirm it, she thought, wild and reckless.

Saltshore.