Dragoncrest Cliffs i loved you, atthis, long ago

Like the sea, Erzulie was fierce as she was compassionate. It was this duality that, Njord knew, kept the pack so well rooted. He felt heard and reassured. Mal ordered emotions began to sort themselves and the chaos that was uncertainty quelled. One way or another, this storm would see its end.

Still, a crossroad approached imminently. Erzulie seemed to understand this deeply.

Rest.

Yes, he was in dire need of it.

His mouth pressed together, eyes wet with gratuity for the Obsidian’s kindness.

“Aye,” Njord affirmed, his voice flat and joyless. “We’re plannin’ tae seek Mireille’s counsel on it. Long ‘as she been actin’ the bridge between my family an’ yours.” Beneath them, it felt the river widened considerably day by day