Dragoncrest Cliffs Flotsam

They held eachother like two sea otters adrift on the tides… and Njord felt relief. To be stonewalled was a fate worse than death.

Njord nodded grimly as the image of his wife sobbing delivered to his present mind. Mireille must have witnessed so much more.

“I thank ye for bein’ there for Meerkat when I was not,” Njord said sincerely. “I hope she need not shed a single tear more…” Little did he know that Mercy’s soon-to-be departure would stir up the familiar feeling of abandonment in his wife.

And then the young Obsidian asked about his relationship with the sea. Njord’s brows lifted while his eyes fluttered shut – it telegraphed that his heart was at odds. Caught among the coup of Meares Island… the deaths in his life… the troubles in his relationships… the seaman’s spirit felt like pieces of a broken ship tossed around by angry water.

“I dinna ken I could not ever love tha sea,” Njord assured her with a sigh. “But these days I feel I fight the current more than swimmin’ with it.” He paused and contemplated. “Perhaps I am overdue to make my peace with her. Give and gift and have gratitude,” Njord mused aloud.