Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

As much as she enjoyed the quality time with her spouse, her eyes sparkled when the two of them found their way to the beach and Meerkat saw Stingray swimming in the surf. She glanced at Njord, who looked just as pleased, and then just watched their son for a moment. Sometimes, she loved her children so much, it made her ache.

Eventually, Ray noticed his parents standing there on the sand, probably looking like a pair of lovesick puppy dogs. He bounded out of the shallows, shaking out his golden pelt. Nevertheless, a puddle began to form beneath him, so Meerkat couldn’t quite help herself when she stepped in to fuss over him. Let his father take point, she would work on drying Ray’s coat so he wouldn’t catch a chill.

Her ears pricked toward Njord’s brogue as he broached the topic of older brotherhood to Stingray. Meerkat kept busy fastidiously brushing his damp coat, letting their son react in whatever way he would. Her heart thumped in anxious anticipation with every pass of her tongue along the salty strands of sunshine making up Ray’s pelt.