Moonspear girl

Njord found the Northerner’s jargon quite poetic. Descriptive phrases like soft water or hunting shadow made a wolf’s achievements feel more meaningful. Tangible. A direct correlation to nature’s forces. On meares island, Njord had been named for a distant Atlantian god… and he always felt it couldn’t have been more abstract, or detached, from who he truly was. If Njord had been born among Chakliux’s people, what would he have been called? Or his children?

The man’s pelagic eyes turned to see the healed wounds upon his cohort’s shoulder. On his face, too. It was clear Chakliux was proud of these marks. Njord had never garnered the same sentiment about his own. Shame, sadness, and loss were the only emotions evoked whenever Njord peered upon his marred reflection in ice or water.

“How did ye receive those scars?” Njord asked. “Was yer strength tested?”