Stavanger Bay I get caught up in your heart-strings

She had been at the furthest edges when the screaming started.

Vairë was not a woman who panicked easily, but in this she did. She turned, her wide eyes gone wider and galloped as fast as a prized racehorse towards the sound.

She arrived to something she could only describe as pandemonium. A corpse, a man, a woman, her head spun. Her head would be spinning for hours yet. She snorted out a breath, both feet striking the ground one after the other, her nostrils flared wide.

What is the meaning of all this?!

She registered the man as Lestan, the wiry fellow who had said he would bring his family here and, by Rhaegal’s word, had. But this? What was this?