Heat wave event!
It was early morning, but the air was already hot as hell and thick like water. Njord had hoped to do some early hunting on the plains, but he retreated to the shade of the grotto as the temperatures began to rise. His tongue hung from his mouth, sides heaving as he panted. The seafarer couldn't remember a day hotter than this in his entire life... and he was beginning to regret leaving the cliffs on a day like today.
The shade provided some relief, but soon he would need water to make the journey home. He picked himself up and, lethargically, began to meander in hopes of finding a stream.
As the islander writhed in the blasting heat, a wispy figure – like smoke – caught his peripheral gaze. He swore it was a mirage: a young, doe-legged woman spun of silver and charcoal meandered across the grotto. She reminded him of the ethereal Kukutux of Moonglow. Despite her beauty, she appeared soon-to-be sun sick, like himself… but perhaps she knew this terrain and where water hid.
“Ahoy, travel’r!” he called. In better conditions he would have trotted up, but even Njord could hardly muster the energy to move faster than a snail’s pace. He looked very much melt-y: folded ears and drooping posture. “Do ya know where there’s water ‘round these parts, lass?” he asked.