Dragoncrest Cliffs I'm in the air, and he's in the clouds

He found the woman he sought and she greeted him kindly. Njord would be naive to think there weren’t complex sentiments behind the bright copper of her eyes, but he was thankful for the reprieve of her simple warmth. It was true – their relationship was one of kindred spirits. Perhaps he regarded her as a sister moon… for they were not bound by blood to the heart of Sapphique, but orbited it all the same.

Njord set down the feather before her. He was correct. The dusky banded colors of the feather looked just like the shades of Joruun’s flaxen hair.

“A turkey’s tailfeather,” he said. “I’ve never seen one out this way. Perhaps it was carried here,” he mused aloud. “I thought you’d like tae keep it. It reminded me of you,” he added with a tired smile.