Dragoncrest Cliffs Gifts for a friend

She spent the early hours of the morning at the sound again, hoping the sea breeze and surf would carry away her worries so she wouldn’t take them home and burden anyone else with them. When she felt ready, Meerkat turned inland, though when it came time to turn east toward home, she found herself continuing due south toward the willow trees.

She didn’t make it very far before a howl rose up from behind her. The Laramite halted, trying to identify the voice. She couldn’t, though she pivoted and headed back toward the cliffs after all, curious who might be calling for her.

Rodyn, she said when she saw him seated near the borders, several items beside him. Meerkat eyed them briefly before drawing up beside him, eyes warm as she said, Hey, how is your scavenger hunt going? And what did Samani think of the seashells?

She supposed she should share the good news: not only had Njord returned, Requiem was alive and well too, if not here in Sapphique. But she had spent the entire day yesterday talking about herself. She was tired of the self-involved dwelling for now. She would much rather hear all about someone else’s goings-on.