Stavanger Bay ladle

Vairë was troubled, these days. She had not told her husband why, for that was a very long tale. One she didn’t know if she wished to even relay. Lótë had not been a bad mother by any means, but Vairë couldn’t help her feelings.

To put it into a word..complicated. It was very complicated.

The noise from their borders made her perk, her body turning from the skins she was working with and towards the call. The doe rose with a curl of her tail, beginning her quick stride to the borders to greet the man who stood there.

This woman greets you. She called as she drew close.

I am Vairë Sveijarn. This is Saltshore.