Stavanger Bay vestigial bones

All was good. The waves warmed, the world was brightening with spring, and Vairë was seeing through rosy glasses.

Saltshore was going to become. She knew it needed to become before her heat, before her children, but she knew she could trust Samani. Her anaa. Moonglow and Moontide welcomed them should they need it, and though Vairë did not want to leave her bay, she welcomed the thought she might.

The gilded doe came sloshing out of the water that morning, cleaned and smelling of salt, ocean dripping from her belly fur as she walked back upon the shore. The covered sun offered barest winks at its bright face, and she stood there to gaze upon the clouds.

All would be good. This she knew.