Stavanger Bay but i was home-sick for familiar trees

Andr approached, out of breath and with concern written in his features. Though she shyly smiled his way, she took a step away from the male, giving space.

“Iaghe has big news, apparently. She’s so excited, but it’s not making much sense to me. Maybe you could decipher it?” She glanced apologetically at the scarred woman, not meaning to offend with her incompetence. It was a more recent development, Iaghe’s willingness to speak. Fleur had been elated to hear it, each and every word spoken was like music to her ears.