Moonspear Synchronicity

Meerkat’s gentle presence joined her husband as he scrutinized the available piece of real estate. No stick or stone would go unturned, but he paused and became captivated by his wife’s nostalgia. Squirreling away these stories always made Njord feel more connected with his better half.

“Ah like that it brings ye those nice memories,” Njord mused as his eyes scanned the arc of roots and the quality of their structure. “Tis much grander than our den in tha Greatpine, hmm? Ah’d always meant tae find ye somethin’ better than that wee bachelor pad,” he said with a breathy, self-deprecating laugh. “’Ow did ye ever manage a wink of sleep with three growin’ bairns?”

Njord lowered his head and crawled inside. “Tha ground it dry,” he observed aloud. “One of tha walls is stone… shelves, here.” He inspected the small recesses in its cracks and imagined his wife with many fine things.

Njord’s head reemerged when his snout pushed out a pile of debris. “Could use a good cleanin’, though.” Suddenly he reeled back and sneezed.