Stavanger Bay satkagillak ⨻

He was there one moment and, ever so slowly, Vairë began to see less and less of @Rhaegal .

Until, one day, he was gone. She waited for him, as she always did, but he never showed. Her worry began as a sharp wiggle in her stomach, but grew and grew as their children did.

Her children. Spirits, would they ever know the face of their father? Vairë hoped so. She would welcome him, kiss his face, and not ask where he had gone. She would ask him what he had seen, ask him what he knew.

But she did not see him. And she wept bitterly into her own arms.

She was outside the den, letting the children play in the sunshine before it went away for the season, when her mother’s voice drifted across the bay. Her breath hitched.

Anaa? She called to the older woman, sitting up from the flat rock she was laying on to look for the white coat she knew so well.