Dragoncrest Cliffs edge

it was good to have njord back. it was odd, too. she meant over and over to seek out her mother's advice but the tasks of the day wore on.
the call came when the crimson girl was marking the borders. her ears lifted; her freckled face turned. and then she was loping forward, a growing look of interested amusement making its way onto her face.
"you're back," mireille greeted with a grin, taking in the other's appearance. "did you be makin' a meetin' wid dat man?"