Dragoncrest Cliffs Saturn Nights

Meteor thread! Backdated, concurrent with this event.

It was a cold, clear winter night. Njord’s misty breath curled into the air as the snow squeaked and crunched beneath his feet. He moved alone through the dark, though his path was illuminated by pale moonlight.

Finally, some sense of normalcy had been achieved in Sapphique. It had been a moon or so since the passing of their Rosada. Though the absence of Rosencrantz, Kaertok, and Raleska still hurt, the wound from loss was beginning to scab over. Unfortunately, Regin had not turned up, either, despite their searching. However, Sapphique had the new faces of Haunt and Vex to reinvigorate their numbers… and they were the children of Kaertok, to boot. Family. The pale girl was especially vibrant. The look on her face during their recent hunt… priceless! Njord smiled to himself, happy to hold that fond memory.

Absently, his mind drifted to @Valmúaa. Did she remember him? Had she moved on? Njord sure hadn’t forgotten her. He found himself meandering along Dragoncrest’s southern borders as he thought about the Viking woman. Between the storms and the bear, the red-tail had been bound to Dragoncrest. His pack came first… but a deep longing in his heart for connection tugged at him. The seafarer looked out to the south.

Suddenly, a speck of bright light dotted the sky. The beam flashed as it sailed across the heavens, gaining momentum as it entered the atmosphere. Njord had seen falling stars before, but nothing like this. Beams of light; green, blue, and orange blazed as the great star danced. Njord watched it in the distance, big-eyed and fascinated by the beautiful sight. It touched down past the horizon with a great flare, like sunlight, and a crackling rumble. Njord swore he felt the ground vibrate beneath his paws.

Sveijarn. The soaring star. Half of his namesake.

He thought of the great glacier, Duskfire. His aunt, Maera. His father, Valtyr. Grandfather Njal. And his grandmother Tuwawi; red-backed and fierce… known only from stories. He should have felt big in this moment, but he felt quite small –  dwarfed by the great falling sky star.

Yet… there was potential. Like a small kindling ember, Njord could grow into a great flame. His neptunian eyes narrowed, resolved to become the man he truly felt he was meant to be.