Firefly Ravine Americana

Valmúa circled them like a shark and it made Njord feel alive – equal parts terrified and taken. He stuck to Merlin like glue, two novice swimmers in dangerous waters. In the deep end. Kiddies in the pool during Adult Swim.

A stupid smile seemed permanently stuck on the Sveijarn’s face. Once again he was saved by the voyager’s quick wit. He laughed and shot the cinnamon woman a wink. “Now there’s a good man!” he poked an elbow into the guy’s side, egging him on. “Aye, far enough away,” Njord echoed. “But I wouldn’t mind taking you back to my place. You’d love the cliffs, the sea… I’d find a pretty pearl for you.” Girls loved gifts, right?

“What about you Ms. Stormskýli? You come round these parts often?” He shot Merlin a glance, leaning into him for a moment, blue eyes wide as if to say ‘this is it, dude. I’m going in. Pray for me.’



Njord abruptly stood up, falling in line with Valmúa. He leaned in sooooo close that the ends of the fur barely touched. Is my heart going to explode? Njord thought to himself as he made eye contact with the woman.