Dragoncrest Cliffs Say, could that lass be I?

Perfection

Njord and Meerkat were captivated by their desires and the seafarer found himself swept away by the spirited wave that was his paramour. Following, the man was diligent in his aftercare as he laid besides her, a new warmth cast through him from eartip to toe. They laid together, satiated, and basked in each other's company. Njord would have been content to stay there all day, until Meerkat suggested they go for a walk on the beach to talk.

“A bonny idea,” Njord agreed. The red-tail (somewhat begrudgingly) stepped out into the cold and shook his pelt. His maw took to the air to taste the breeze. “It’ll be a calm day on tha shore,” he announced before turning towards a well-marked path that would lead the pair to the tunnel.

As they walked together, Njord entertained his cheri with a small melody.

O luaidh, 's truagh nach deachaidh sinn
Oh love, it's a pity we never courted
È luaidh, 's truagh nach deachaidh sinn
Eh love, it's a pity we never courted
O gura truagh a' cheist, o luaidh
Oh what a pitiful question
Nach robh mi san uaigh mun d' fhuair mi sealladh ort
Would that I was in my grave before I met you
O luaidh
Oh love

Chunnaic mi thall sa mhòine gearradh i
I saw her working on the peat
Gruagach òg, 's chòrd a pearsa rium
A pretty maiden, and I liked the look of her
Chaidh mi anull 's gun fhaic mi i dlùth
After closer inspection
'S a' mhais' air a gnùis a dh'ùraich leannanachd
Her beautiful face had me wishing for courtship
O luaidh
Oh love

An tèid thu leam gu tìr nam monaidhean
Will you go with me to the land of the moors
Tìr nam fiadh, nan earb 's nan coineanach
The land of deer, roe and rabbits
Tìr nan siad, 's ann bha thu riamh
The land of heroes where you always lived
'S gun ith thu do bhiadh gun sgian 's gun ghreimiche
Where you will eat without knife and fork
O luaidh
Oh love

Nam biodh peann 's pàipear geal agam
Had I pen and white paper
Sgrìobhainn dhut sìos mo chainnt le barantas
I would write this in vows that cannot be broken
Cùmhnant tha teann nach fhosgail bhon chlèir
A contract sealed by the clergy
'S ma dh'fhalbhas tu fhèin, chan fheum thu t'fharadh ann
If you go, you will not need your fare
O luaidh

By the time the song was over they had reached the sand. He looked at Meerkat with fresh love in his heart. "I ken it takes... time... ta truly grow together." Njord's stoic composure cracked and he smiled sheepishly, "so you'll 'av ta forgive my hungry mind." He began to meander up the beach. "Yer heart is familiar ta me, but I want ta learn more about ye. All the in-between bits. Like," Njord inhaled as he looked at the sky, "Knowin' tha land. Maybe a passer-through has seen where tha largest tree is. Or the widest river. But he doesna ken where tha small spring hides, or where the owl nests."

Njord realized it was a large ask to spill one's guts on queue. "Maybe I should start with a simple question," the seafarer hummed. "Do ya 'av a family name?"