Stavanger Bay It was all forlorn, if only for a season

reverie slept. lestan did not. and yet he found peace in watching the still lines of her face, the more peaceful mien of her body.
perhaps — maybe — they would return to some semblance of them. of what had been.
when at last he did sleep, lestan came sharply awake, turning in attunement to her. but she did not bleed, or did she run; reverie only stood softly against the starting day and looked out to sea.
lestan laid back upon one elbow to watch her.