Stavanger Bay whale song

His soft decline was all that Chariot needed to confirm her worst fears. They had been nagging at the back of her mind since her arrival on this gods-forsaken beach, but only when he - a stranger - pulled away did they finally sink in.

Her children were gone. The bones were not magic, they did not sing to her. And this man was not her son. "Apologies," she swallowed sheepishly, backing away in turn and fixing her gaze to the sand. "It's been a rough few days."

There was something wrong with her. She had missed the signs before, too busy seeing the world through rose tinted lenses. But if this man was not her Ichor, then; "Who are you?"