Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

“Mmm,” Njord hummed in affirmation. Their eyes met and the seafarer regarded Meerkat for a long while. A small laugh - barely a hitch - jumped from his chest as he reflected on the past season together. His thoughts found their way to his tongue and became words.

“Sometimes… I feel as if I am tha sea an’ you tha shore,” he explained metaphorically. “Without ye… I wouldnae ken tha beach, sand, or sun.” For what would the sea’s life be like without knowing land? Vast and empty.

Njord slowly blinked and got himself back on the rails.

“Tha lads an’ I ‘av been spendin’ time ta’gether. Findin’ our way. The others…” Njord made a gesture as if to group Sapphique’s adults together. “We ‘av made amends. Found peace.” Njord looked to the distant treeline of Glintwater. “We are hale ‘an hearty. Safe. I count m’blessings daily.”

He turned back to his wife, smiling optimistically. “Tha wounds havenae closed but… it’s healin’. I feel it.” And, hopefully, Meerkat did too.