Dragoncrest Cliffs in a tidal wave of [m]ystery

Mireille was nowhere to be found. Njord had searched for days in the surrounding territories without a trace and returned to Sapphique empty handed. He only briefly touched base with @Chacal… enough to let her know there was no update. He was blissfully unaware of Rosalyn’s episodes and the turning of Erzulie’s season. He had become reticent and preoccupied by both the grief of losing Mireille and his budding relationship with Meerkat. Setting boundaries was a difficult task, and Njord had not learned the best way to manage all the complex relationships in his life.

Already, the seafarer day-dreamed Mireille’s green eyes and freckled face were right around every corner. He returned to his solitary den for a long, overdue sleep to ease his mind. Nothing woke him – except the tune of a familiar voice. He sprung to his feet, smoothed out his bedhead, called back, and hurried to greet Meerkat at the border.

The nearer he drew, the faster his heart raced. He had thought back on their night together many times and replayed moments in his mind over and over. It gave him light when the world was dark. However, just enough time had passed to drunkenly wonder… is what’s happening, actually happening? 

Njord’s eyes set upon Meerkat and let no time waste to close the distance between one another. He swept in like he had just found a pearl on the beach and hovered close without actually smothering her. There was something electric about the space between them – like the air before a rainstorm. It had been a week apart and now they could further discover their connection. It was a rubicon Njord wanted to cross.

“Meerkat,” Njord greeted her. Yet, being this close he could plainly see her taxed expression. He wondered if it was Duskfire’s plight or something more on her mind. He nosed her cheek fur, taking her in. "I 'av missed you."