Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

Njord meandered with Meerkat like two butterflies in a garden until they spotted Stingray frolicking in the surf. It brought joy to the islander to see his son so familiar with the sea and all its things. He chuckled a deep laugh at the sight of his shaken golden coat. Stingray’s fur spiked this way and that until he looked less like his namesake and more like a pufferfish.

“Stingray, lad,” Njord said after they all quieted down, “Yer mother an’ I have somethin’ important tae ask of ye.” He glanced at Meerkat with a warm expression. Placed a paw onto hers. “Come springtime we’ll have a challengin’ responsibility for ye... as a Big Brother to new bairns in tha family," he said the words with gravitas. "Wee brothers an’ sisters tae help love, protect, an’ teach. We trust you with this.” Njord’s expression was soft. Fatherly. “D’ye think ye can help us with that, son?”