Stavanger Bay whale song

The woman wrapped her arms around the pearl obelisk until it nestled coldly against her breast, finding comfort in the way it drew the heat from her skin. Her heart swelled, embrace tightening with each kiss as if it would disappear should she let go.

As her forehead pressed against its cool surface, the bones began to sing. 

She hushed and soothed the graveyard. Ichor. Acalephe. Blood of her blood, swept away by the night and the waves. She would not let them go again. "I am here." They had found her! Ears pricked as the rough timbre ceased and was replaced by a voice no louder than a whisper, and through the forest of white she saw him. 

Sunshine eyes scoured his figure until they softened with a glimmer of recognition. He was bigger, stronger than before. How long had it been? Stumbling towards him, her nose pressed firmly against his cheek and drew a heavy breath as if to check he was real. His scent was different too, but it could be - no - it had to be him. In her delirium, the truth evaded her like water off a duck's back.

Lucky bone. There was a boyish tone to the phrase that only fuelled her hallucination. Voice course, she croaked, "You sang for me, Ichor. The bones told me you were here."