Moonspear you could turn my sorrow into song

As the seafaring man regarded the small cairn, he pondered what was left to say.

“Some moons ago I apologized. For all tha pain an’ hurt I put upon ‘im. I will never forget how I err’d… per’aps not the things I did, but the things I didnae do.” Njord frowned sourly. “It was ‘ard on me. Tae be his sire. His Da. But nae a parent.” A father without custody. “I ken that’s why I pulled away.” He shook his head. “But a bairn dosnae understand these things. Tae ‘im, I shoulda been… more.”

A pensive silence washed over Njord before he spoke again. “Sobo, I’m sorry I wasnae enough. Ye were a good lad. A strong lad. A faithful man an’ gifted healer. Ye possessed a big heart. Sometimes, too big,” he smiled at the memory of Sobo asking his father deep questions. “Ye were a true son of tha sea. And, even though ye didnae want me tae be yer Da, you will always have a place in my heart.”

The words became more difficult to stay. Njord began to slur his consonants as he choked up. “A wish ye didnae leave us so soon... ye had so many sunny days ahead. Ah hope ye are restin’ peacefully an’ hope ye are with your loa, now. Watchin’ over tha rest of us with nae pain in yer spirit. ”

Njord drew a long, shaky breath. He looked at his wife with glassy eyes and then tipped his head back to croon a low, melodic howl.

The aurora appeared to dance with synchronized shimmers.

Njord sang his song for Sobo, but as he howled the could feel the weight of other ghosts lift from his spirits. Merlin. Haunt. Kaertok. Raleska. Rosencrantz. Valtyr… he had carried them for so long. Now, it was time for them to ascend.