Stavanger Bay but i got one condition

rhaegal sees the young man off with a nod of his head and a nice tae meet ya. like a young to-be dad waving to a friendly neighbor from the otherside of his new white picket fence.

aye, rhaegal says with a low rumbling laugh. he was interestin'. but spoken with soft endearment rather than ridicule.

yeah? the inquiry passes thru his lips to complete the soft tilt of his head. he peers around for a moment before golden gaze settles upon her's. i agree.