Light the Night

The gravity of their claim enlivened her. This glacier would be theirs, and theirs alone. Each song that was added to the chorus was an expression of unity, of bestowal, of new beginnings. Everyone had their song to sing, but Jökull's howl – however insignificant it may sound – rung much like her parent's: proud, strong, binding. She appreciated their tone far more than anyone else.

Once their howls died down, Njal spoke up. Hearing her father give such an inspiring speech left her dazed. In her three months of life, Jökull has never heard him speak quite like that. Being saddled with not only leadership but children as well, perhaps there was a change occurring in him. A metamorphosis Jökull wanted to experience. Perhaps one day.

Turning to Maera, Lárus and Valtýr, she approached them each and gave them a long, sloppy smooch right in the middle of their foreheads. Should they resist, Jökull will kick their ass because she's kind of emotional right now. Their trek was over, and this was their new home. Just accept my feelings, please. I don't know what to do with myself.

Njal spoke up with an exhausted lilt, speaking promises of rest and rejuvenation. Jökull was all too glad to hear so she yipped and jumped to lick his chin. She did the same to Tuwawi, needing to brace herself on her mother's legs in order to bestow a kiss. Pulling away with a wagging tail, Jökull raced after Njal. Yeah. Rest sounds splendid.

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