Stavanger Bay Forsythia

a call rises, though the voice — and faces of the trio as rhaegal makes his way towards them was unfamiliar. and yet, they had called with intention, with knowledge and thus the sveijarn is left to assume ( and willingly does so ) that they knew his doe-wife.

his gaze takes in the pair: the man, the woman pressed against his side and the bairn they kept close.

this be saltshore, he greets, accent thick as syurp, even after all the months of being in the wilds.

i am rhaegal, he offers in introduction. what can i dae for ye?