Stavanger Bay I get caught up in your heart-strings

And then you killed him. She felt the sudden urge to smash her head against a rock. She quite heavily considered it, before clenching her jaw so tight it creaked.

Vairë blew out another deer-like snort, wishing to get closer, but having no wish to be bitten in the crossfire. There was no need to add to a collection of scars she already didn’t need.

The thin, confused whine of an infant in the distance made her ears twitch.

May I come closer, Lestan? You need to go clean up. She jerked her head towards the distant child, the sound coming closer as the baby made a break for it.