Dragoncrest Cliffs Flotsam

The sun dipped in the sky as the red-tailed seafarer drank deeply from the lake. Thirst satiated, he stood and regarded himself in the mirror surface. A cant of the head revealed the degree of the wounds – how one ear now folded over, a notch taken from the cartilage.

Not knowing what to feel, Njord stood and looked to the shoreline. His nose sniffed the air for @Mireille, hoping he would catch the new Obsidian’s scent this evening.