Duskfire Glacier colors and shapes, the imaginary

Njord eyed a pale colored pebble on the ground and how it sat apart from the other rocks. His ears turned back as a deep frown creased his face, feeling small and alone like that stone. It wasn’t until Meerkat touched his shoulder did his gaze flick up. Something within Njord was rocked by her attentions and he could feel wetness in his eyes begin to gather – but he staved it with a cough and cleared his throat.

“It was terrible Meer,” he grumbled. “Erzulie said she was bein’ haunted by bad dreams of Sapphique’s demise. She was stayin’ on the outskirts… and one day she went missin’.” Njord remembered the shadowy figure hovering over his friend. “When we found ‘er she was layin’ on tha ground in a state… she couldna move. Barely’ blinkin’ or talkin’ but not a cut on ‘er. She passed tha same day.” Little did he know, Erzulie offered the girl a compassionate death by means of black lichen.

A sigh rattled Njord’s chest. “M’sorry,” he apologized, “I didna mean ta come ‘ere and be like this. But seein’ you…” He could see pieces of both Kaertok and Haunt in her visage. “I ‘ad ta let you know.” He wished to steer the conversation to a more pleasant place, but waited for the fresh wave of grief to pass.