Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

She understood now. It was a natural occurrence, not offensive in nature, but does have an effect on males. Though Andr conveyed that her distancing was unnecessary, she remained so. It was her preference to be the one avoiding him this time, not out of spite, but she did not want to be the cause of him leaving her.

If she lost both of them, she would be alone. Again. And she couldn’t bear the thought. Andr’s solid presence bolstered her, giving her strength and courage to navigate this unfamiliar world. Iaghe was like a wilted rose, one who needed care and a loving hand, and Fleur felt drawn to nurture her despite herself.

Though she retreated from Andr, she would not do so with the wildling. If anything, she wanted to press herself against the kindred water spirit, to be her protector. As the suns found their skies, Fleur smiled upon the woman as Andr voiced his question, her eyes finding him before she spoke.

“Iaghe and I came from not too far north of here. I came upon Iaghe in a cave tucked into the Bay. We can returned there, we can lead you.” She turned to Iaghe, a question in her eyes. “Are you ready to leave this place?”