Stavanger Bay Rose

She kissed him softly, turning her focus now to him; to his grief, a less terrifying beast than her own but no less fanged. It'll be okay, Reverie assured him, not really certain what she meant by it. Almost idly, she started to speak, reaching for anything she could think of now to keep him from falling to panic. The witch knew, I think. That's why she told me - to touch divinity. I thought, maybe, Mother Rain - but -
Reverie sucked in a breath. Did you know that gods can die? She hadn't, not until she reached for healing and saw that empty place, and came away with no words but those meant to praise gods. She still did not understand; why darkness? Why would the dark summon the mother of rains? It was fire that called the rains, and so shadow could only be meant to bring —