Dragoncrest Cliffs mindful of neither her child

The red-tail was lulled into a thoughtful silence as he listened to the seawife, steeping in her bittersweet reflection. Ten children. Something about this new information made him feel naïve. He had only known Erzulie’s Valravn, Arcelia, Chacal, and Regin… the later being prematurely lost at the end of winter. Whether is was by their own mind, or nature’s hand, Njord couldn’t imagine what it was like to see your own children leave you. In fact, he couldn’t even fathom it. Erzulie was a seasoned mother, while Njord was a complete greenhorn. He was too preoccupied their litter’s arrival to think of a time when they’d be gone.

The seafarer bobbed his head, understanding the logic of it but having a difficult time placing her wisdom in his own rolodex. Perhaps that grief was something you had to experience first hand to truly understand. “Yer a strong woman,” Njord admired. “’An wise,” he added as he laid his chin across her shoulders, blue gaze drifting to her round belly. “I don’t understand why some things ‘appen,” he thought of Rosencrantz, Kaertok, and Raleska, “but I sup’pose its makes ya enjoy every minute ya ‘ave. Time’s a rare treasure.”

“What do ya think they’re gonna be like?” he wondered, nosing at her golden fur.