Dragoncrest Cliffs sezi

njord sang.
mireille leant against him. the stifled sobbing subsided to hiccups, and then only to an occasional tremour or two.
her da's voice singing about love and easterly winds, ships, and coming back in all directions.
mireille knew she was secure against him; little by little her head grew heavier and heavier and njord would find her quiet, lulled from her grief and into gentler breathing.