Dragoncrest Cliffs The Sea Spared Me

I lub my family ;-;

The excited chattering of many voices made Njord’s cup overfloweth. Sobo pig-piled on top of him while Mireille doted with clinical attentions. It was difficult to split his focus between the adults and children, but Haunt’s question helped him regain focus.

“Aye, well enough. Nuthin’ this ‘ere red-tail canna handle!” He noted her dour expression, and thought to ask, but Erzulie’s approach interrupted him. “’Zulie!” He carefully stood up (as to let Sobo gently slide off of him) and gave the queen an affectionate nibble along the cheek. “Aye, it’s good ta be ‘ome.” Njord could say, with confidence, that though Meares Island was where his kin lived, the cliffs of Sapphique were truly where his heart resided.

“Canna believe these wee bairns grew like weeds while I was away!” he exclaimed, admiring the children. “They’re gonna ‘elp their Da’ heal up quick, eh?” Sobo, especially, seemed to have an penchant for healing remedies. The package, momentarily forgotten, remained on the ground.

“What av’ I missed?” he asked when suddenly, Njord noticed Haunt’s missing paw. “Haunt! Yer leg!”