Hushed Willows Heart Beat Here

After all the effort to drive away Njord, Kigipigak had abandoned the beauty. Fury twisted inside his blood at the thought of her braving the never-ending winter storms alone in the willows. While his respect for the Northern man plummeted,  Njord remained blissfully unaware of Valmúa‘s true, more contriving nature (nor did he recognize the signs of an animal coming down from a binge of psychedelics). To him, she looked like a sweet maiden in the snow behind his rose colored glasses.

The seafarer’s dotted brows knit in consternation, reserving any unsavory words for Kigipigak at a later date. For Valmúa, he only wished to utter comforting things in her presence. “Nay, never,” Njord whispered. “I’ve been dreamin’ of ya since we met eyes, Valmúa. Thinkin’ ‘bout how ta win yer favor back...” She sat besides him with her eyes closed to bask in his gentle grooming. His hearted fluttered like a busy bird, infatuated.