Stavanger Bay vowels

She thought of Lestan with every waking moment, it felt. It only took a few days for the ache of his absence to intensify to a fine edge burrowing somewhere between her ribs. More than anything, she worried that he was in danger. In the Valley he'd left and almost died; here, there was a new set of dangers, but the old worries lingered too. The witch.
What if she hurt him?
But Reverie tried not to think of this. She tried only to imagine what his return would be like, how wonderful it would be to feel his embrace again. That was all she really wanted. Him, home, with her. Maybe then she could finally rest. She was so tired lately.
She was distracted by the tiniest sound, something like — a song. Reverie's ears flicked, and she pulled her eyes away from the ocean to survey the area. Nothing. No one. Except...
Oh! She breathed, immediately enchanted. A butterfly! Reverie went very still, and only watched the vibrant creature, afraid to startle it. She thought of calling to Blossom, who was not far away, but stopped and wondered if butterflies could hear. Well, if they could sing...