Dragoncrest Cliffs Imagination

Sure thing!

Njord dragged the vibrant ribbon of green kelp before the mouth of the den. The tiny babes waddled from their mother’s side to investigate (to Njord’s overwhelming delight). Unexpectedly, it was the girls who led the pack: Coraline, followed by sister Mireille. Although their puppy fur was still soft and downy, their true sire’s freckles dotted both of their faces. The seafarer could feel his heart twist a little and knew, in that moment, he would deign to be a father to them, in Merlin’s honor.

Next, the blonde red-tail, Loko, tottered forth. The boy was less discerning than his sisters – as soon as Coraline asked wot this, her brother took a mouthful of seaweed.

Njord chuckled, completely in love with them all (though unaware of any skepticism from the girls). He admired their individual personalities. “That, mo chridhe, is a piece o’ kelp,” he explained to the kids, “grass of tha sea.” Njord picked up one end between his incisors, tugging at the reed with small jerks of his head to see if they would want to engage in a game of tug. “Bet you canna take it from yer Da,” he challenged.