Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

Da, the boy’s voice croaked from his lips. A solemn expression had found its way to his face – an expression that did not suit his youth.

I missed you, he wanted to say. But there were other words inside of him that hadn’t surfaced yet. Swordfish had done what he could to keep his mom cheerful and his siblings occupied with things. Njord leaving had taken a toll on each of them. The boy could remember his mom’s face clearly in his mind. There had been heartbreak. Even his own heart had suffered in the man’s absence.

I’ll hunt with ya, aye. Sorry- bout not bein’ round.

It was a small shrug that followed his statement. Swordfish wasn’t sure if he should be the one apologizing. He didn’t really know what to say at all to his father. The young boy wished that he could erase the time when Njord had been gone. He wished they had never parted.