Moonspear girl

For a man half of Njord’s age, Chakliux possessed special wisdom. Perhaps it was a result of being born into a culture with a distinct life path. With traditions and milestones. It felt pure. Simple. Uncomplicated. The opposite of Njord’s complex feelings – and he was envious of it. As a young man, Njord had shunned such a way… and now, he regretted being the type of person who could not conform to the way expected of him.

Yet he found comfort in the fact he was not tainted in his cohort’s eyes and passed the man a wry smile. Chakliux’s words helped stitch Njord’s invisible wounds.

The meaning of a wound. “Mmhm,” he hummed in agreement. There had been no joy or glory in the coup of Meares Island. Of the bear attack and his abandonment of Sapphique.

“Do ye miss her,” Njord asked. “Do ye miss tha Sea?”