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Oooohhh boy!

Despite the storm Njord continues to search for Regin up and down the coast. Unfortunately, fresh snow refilled tracks faster than the islander could search and soon the mission seemed hopeless. Njord rounded back to the beach, pulled towards the comfort of the sea. Just weeks before Sapphique was thriving in numbers, but now they had been whittled down to a skeleton crew. With three of the Rosada members gone, and this storm giving no quarter, how would they made it through the season?

It wasn’t like Njord to worry, but the new circumstances leveled up his maturity tenfold. With a heavy mind, and heavy heart, he doubled back in the direction of Dragoncrest until a smear of red against fresh white caused his head to snap to attention.

It wasn’t - no. Njord looked like he had seen the ghost of Christmas past. There stood the mighty Aegir, his older brother – vibrant and commanding as ever. They had departed Meares Island together, but Njord had purposefully slipped away to start his own adventure, his own life. He had succeeded… escaped his pious, oppressive and the role of little brother. Was Aegir here to drag him back?

“Aegir?” Njord called out, “Is tha you?” he called out as he approached the firey man, blue eyes dubious.