Moonspear summer sunday nights

Do we?

She posed the question like they shared the same mind and heart. Njord could not hide a warm smile of appreciation.

“Aye, Ah still think of tha Copse often,” Njord responded with a whimsical tone. “At least, what somewhere like tha Copse would mean tae our family. Clan. A legacy… Maybe Ah’ve been inspired by Moonglow an’ its daughters. But… Ah’ve been reflectin’ on it tha past month. What I said when we were last there.” The knit in her husband’s brows telegraphed his sincerity.

Njord’s gait slowed to a stop. “Our daughters are safe an’ happy. We ‘av a good life here. Boring,” he laughed, “but good. Let us nae leave just because I dinnae feel as attached as one would hope… t’would be selfish of me, ya ken? An’ cowardly. Runnin’ away instead of settlin’ my heart.” And he could not live with any more guilt! “Let us only set out because it’s tha right way tae grow.”

His gaze studied Meerkat’s expressions – all of which he had already committed to memory like the pages of a well-loved book. Njord had more thoughts on the topic, but he opened the floor for his wife to say her part.