Dragoncrest Cliffs Song of the Sea

Last post for me! The kids are so cute! We need a new thread together soon.

Njord smiled gently at Mireille’s observations. “Aye, yer maman is a smart woman,” he said with a nod. “Tha sea must’ve known I ‘ad hungry mouths ta feed back home!”

He stood up as more questions tumbled from Sobo’s mouth. Njord chuckled, amused by his son’s vast curiosity. “I like yer thirst for knowledge, lad!” Njord encouraged him, “but it’s late an’ time fer sleepin’…” He looked up and the moon was large overhead. “We’ll save those stories fer another night,” he compromised. “Come along, I’ll tuck ya in.”

Njord would shepherd the kids back into the Roja den and fluff their bed to make it comfortable. He would wash their faces, sing a small chanty, and wait for them to settle. When they slept (or at least, appeared to be sleeping), he would depart and shift his attention to the borders for late patrol.