Moonspear summer sunday nights

A hearty laugh bellowed from Njord’s chest at Meerkat’s admission. Then, it became a dreamy sigh as if to say, what are we going to do? It was true - so much of their life had been filled with activity that a season of peace felt novel and, by comparison, boring.

“Ye sound like me, dreamin’ of life in tha Copse,” he reflected with a chuckle. “Ah ken we’re cut from tha same cloth, in this way,” Njord mused. It was a trait the seafarer admired in his wife: a passion for growth.

“Tae be frank, Ah was surprised ye stepped down,” he admitted. “Ye ‘av a knack for leadership and councilin’. You quickly found a solution for Moontide and others were happy tae help when ye asked.” Njord felt like a fish out of water in the role while Meerkat acted like a native.

“Sialuk an’ Elentari’s children will be due soon,” Njord pointed out. “Moonspear could use ye at tha helm… an’ Ah ken Sialuk would welcome ye back into leadership without a second thought,” he assured Meerkat.

“Alaric told me he was feelin’ a similar way,” Njord confided. “Seems like none of us are used tae such a quiet chapter of life.”