Stavanger Bay but you're lookin' lights out, turnin' me on

They were making a home here. Rhaegal and Vairë both, and Vairë wanted it to be forever.

She knew others out there would attempt to take it. This thing that didn’t even have a name yet. So, when Rhaegal left their bed that morning, she thought it over. Made the decision. And followed.

Her footfalls were soft against the sand, and her voice gentle as she gave a soft chuff of greeting to her husband, coming to stand beside him.

I think I have a name for this place. She said after a moment.