Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] by far surpassing mortals in beauty,

The water was calm and the warm sea air pulled at Njord’s ruff. He had reclused himself, feeling mired by his desire for romance. Torn between two women he couldn’t truly have, and in a rank others thought was phoney, the seafarer felt more at ease to keep to himself. He posted himself upon the cliffside and kept a keen eye on the southern border.

When the sun drew higher in the sky, Njord retreated to the dappled woods… but a new scent perfumed the territory, carried by the Spring air. He followed it until Erzulie’s slender, golden form twinkled into view. She, like a ray of sun, warmed Njord’s soft heart. He could smell her recent escapade with Merlin – it enticed him in.

The Ruby looked to his captain quizzically, wanting her. They were a length apart as he scented the air. A pang of envy struck him as his red tail waved a greeting. Though he kept his distance respectfully, it was only a thread-bare line that held him back.