Dragoncrest Cliffs Flotsam

Like an autumn leaf, Mireille‘s russet fur stood out against the stoney shore of Glintwater. Absent for her birthday, Njord was surprised by the new maturity and elegance she possesed as a yearling. Now, more than ever, she was a mirror image of Merlin. It made him double blink. If it hadn't before, the word da found new feelings of betrayal.

He could sense her apprehension, broadcasted by the neutral question she asked. Am I well? He thought to himself. “I canna say that I am,” he admitted, heart filled with shame. “It is good to be back, though. Back home.”

There was a lump in his throat. “And you, lass? Meerkat tells me you an’ yer brother ‘av been promoted,” he said with a grin. “I’m poud of you, both,” he paused. Was he allowed to feel proud? Njord tried to work through it. “How does it feel ta hold the reigns of Sapphique?”