Stavanger Bay but i got one condition

rhaegal is flattered by the words, but the seastag has never been a vain beast. confident. but not vain. it shows in the humbled grin and lofty shrug of his shoulders.

golden gaze follows caracal's motion, focusing upon the speck of an island in the sea's distance. suddenly, he is filled with a seaswell of nostalgia, a part of him missing meares island. it felt silly to. living beneath aegir's shadow, trying to cope with valtyr's homicide.

the growing rift between arrax and aegir —

no, he was glad to be gone. but there was a small piece of him that would miss the place that had raised him. the elders that taught him.

vairë finds them as rhaegal draws in a breath to answer the question posed to him. he makes eye contact with his doewife, matching her smile, worrying for a moment that he had woken her upon his departure —

he tucks those thoughts away as he watches her move past him and then past caracal towards the waves.

there is nae easy answer tae that, rhaegal admits, golden gaze flickering back to caracal. my wife vairë — he both introduces and motions towards her with his muzzle, and i are searchin' for a bay tae make a home, like she dreams of.