Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she refuses gifts,

Wolves filtered in one by one and a small dark girl came to sit next to him. It made Njord smile from ear to ear, “hi!!” he whispered to her under his breath, red tail thumping on the ground. She was the second child, after Solaire, who had been so kind and welcoming towards him and it made the islander feel really good about his position in Rusalka.

Eventually, all became quite as Erzulie spoke up in her iconic drawling lilt. Njord’s ears cupped to listen better, total focus on the sea captains in the middle of the gathering. A new start. Embracing the tenets of family and loyalty. Sapphique. “…but we truly begin new here.” Njord crowed out a cheer – whoop! – excitedly.

He wondered about the extensive history of Rusalka. The old name was being shed like the skin of a snake, pearly new scales revealed underneath. He was happy to be here, and content to follow the women however they may lead.