Stavanger Bay I get caught up in your heart-strings

reverie, reverie, reverie
oh breathe, and breathe deep, and breathe on.
lestan concentrated on his own as a winnowing panic threatened to choke him again; he grew frenetic and fidgeting, breath a shaky whisper.
and then the woman spoke, and he realized how very much, how very much more she appeared a doe! until her mouth darkened and her eyes lengthened and her ears, seemed, her ears! before his eyes!
it isn't real!
lestan numbly stepped forward, arranging reverie's slight frame over his aching withers, and turning to begin the slow progression back to the barren little cave he had found near the sea.