Stavanger Bay I took his hand, we stood back, and watched the banks turn red.

the wolf called to him, and velen realized it was a woman, strong and proud beneath a covering of scars. formidable; he drew closer to inspect her coastal scent. "this is stormrift, led by ford mayfair-cairn, my brother." there was no small pride within velen at the utterance of his surname, for had they not claimed the land with it?
"why do you ask?" the ceto inquired, bringing to bear the full weight of his chestnut gaze upon her. there was nothing familiar about the woman, and yet she stood with a confidence that was undeniable, as if she too belonged to the sea lapping behind them.