Dragoncrest Cliffs ten decisions shape your life

njord seemed very sad, not at all his joyous self. she kissed his beloved cheek back and focused on the cadence of his words. her brothers were not speaking to their da. her brow furrowed.
movement caught her eye, and sobo was there. but his stare was unfriendly; guarded as the cold sea. she watched in shock as he turned and moved away, his posture stiff and somehow accusing.
"i don't —" and now she stared in surprise and worry at njord, trying to soothe him with her gaze, as if her look might be a balm for how icily sobo had treated them.
"i will talk to him. an' loko."
mireille smiled but she was infuriated. confused. she was home. she had not been harmed. why was sobo so mad?