Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

“Aye,” Njord agreed. He could feel his wife’s weighty gaze and took a seat beside her, unaware of the true reason behind it. “Quennell’s a good lad. Tha boys will be lookin’ out for one another. Keep ‘em both safe,” he assured with a stout bob of the head.

“Quennell reminds me of m’friend Merlin,” he reminisced with a small laugh. “They ‘av the same gutsy way about ‘em. Swordfish is more…” the father’s voice drawled in thought as an expression of warm admiration appeared on his face. “Thoughtful. Observant… Exact.” He recalled the precise way his son had hunted. “They’re like two sides of a jetty,” he concluded with a small chuckle.

Njord allowed a lull of silence to pass between them.

When he spoke again, Njord’s voice was soft. “I think things are gettin’ better,” he observed aloud. “Mendin’.” His lips bent into a gently curved smile.