daddy issues

Jökull was not exempt from passing gas. She did it when her tummy noised uncomfortably, adding to gastric distress. But she never – never – farted in her siblings' faces. Or so she thought. Maybe she was flatulent in her sleep? And this was all some grand scheme just to get back at her! That Maera. Too smart for her own good.

Sensing the movement of Maera, Jökull aimed to “walk” alongside her. Not one to be surpassed (even though there was no competition; it was all in little Jökull's head), she wriggled her way over to Njal just as her sister did. Along the way, the gunmetal Sveijarn got turned around. Somehow, she ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere. No Njal or Tuwawi was there to warm her, or feed her. Maera's outcry of victory saddened her. Maera got to daddy, yet she did not. What gives?

Jökull squirmed ever onward – unintentionally coming upon Njal's furriest extremity: his tail. Peeping, she realized that it was not the body of her father; just an appendage. Miffed, she attacked it, gumming at the plush fur, trying to “kill” it. Or make it change into something more accommodating. Because her parents were wizardly adept when it comes to transforming body parts. Especially Tuwawi. Moving young around was nothing magical, but Jökull would have to disagree.