Stavanger Bay Don't be afraid if there's no wind in my hair

But Reverie had spent her whole life dancing in the rain.
She wanted to dance in the light of the sun.
I am the sun,
She smiled gently at Slavuj, and stepped back when he did, into the water now. When she felt it shimmering around her ankles she stopped, and for a moment she only breathed in the scents of the ocean. She closed her eyes and felt it all around her, and when she opened them again, the sky seemed a little brighter. In a world where the only god she'd ever known was dead, and the rain fell endlessly, and her memories all crumbled away under the onslaught, Reverie knew, at least, how to dance. She knew how to be the fire that never died under the rains, the everlasting brightness that left only ashes in its wake.
and you will burn with me.
So she did.