Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

When Meerkat leaned against him, Njord pressed back – the two of them teepeed like boughs of pine. His chin brushed the crown of her head as a small sigh of satisfaction exhaled, happy that his wife was happy.

It pleased him when Meerkat turned her mind towards the future season and their family. To be forward-looking felt like the right path to be on.

“That’s a sensible notion,” Njord drawled in his rolling brogue as he let the idea percolate. After a beat he responded, “Aye, we should speak with our lads. Tae not be included will hurt ‘em, I ken. Even more if they dinnae agree with tha idea.”

He paused a moment as he easily recalled how he had hurt Sobo by not including him in the wedding. “An’ that is somethin’ we should prepare our hearts for too – them nae agreein’,” he cautioned her. Njord couldn’t help but chuckle as he recalled the days of being young and hot-headed. “Och, tae be young,” he ended whimsically.

Suddenly, Njord couldn't hold back a crafty grin. "I caught Quennell in the sea tunnel with a young lassie the other week," he gossiped with a raised brow. Love was certainly in the air.