Dragoncrest Cliffs and be yourself my ally in love’s battle

Sorry for my delay, life threw me some curve balls

Spent from the race and dripping with seawater, Njord’s chest heaved as he sucked in air. His muscles were tight, body vibrating from the icy ocean and the harrowing race. However, an eerie silence cast a gloom upon the crowd. A few were missing, notably Chacal and Valravn, and the others were staring offshore. Njord’s head turned just as Erzulie and Merlin spilled back onto the beach.

“Mer!” Njord coughed, “Y’all right? Ya was almost food for tha fishes.” He jested half heartedly, sad to see his friend gagging up saltwater. He turned to Vex. The young yearling had made it back onto shore in one piece. He shot a lopsided grin to him. “Tha’was a good race!” he said aloud to nobody in particular, hoping to lighten the mood. He did catch Haunt’s congratulatory look, which did make him feel a little better.