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As Mireille’s composure whittled away, Njord pulled her in tighter. He was transported to a not-so-recent memory with Valravn on the eve of Kaertok’s, Raleska’s, and Rosencrantz’s death. How many more children would he have to comfort? How many more times would he have to explain mortality to those too young to understand it? This go-around was not any easier than the first, and his heart ached to see such misery and grief in Mireille’s beautiful green eyes.

“Oh, my lamb,” he cooed, “everythin’ will be a’right.” Njord rocked back and forth a little as he stooped lower to lick her ears and forehead. “I dinna ken why tha heavens call us away when its our time… It’s jus’ tha way tha Earth turns.” He paused thoughtfully. “When it makes me sad, I like ta think ‘bout all tha new life around me. A little saplin’… a baby robin… seein’ you by yer mother’s side on tha day of yer birth.” He nuzzled her then.

“Say, why don’ I teach ya a song ta sing?” he suggested. “Would ya like that?”