Sun Mote Copse Starchaser

Njord listened thoughtfully and uttered the words his wife would not, could not.

“@Swordfish, too,” the father affixed with a forlorn expression. Quennell had made it out of Dragoncrest and Njord never lost hope that their son had, as well. Faith in their child’s return burned like a small light in the redtail’s heart… maybe because he couldn’t bring himself to imagine a world where their son did not live.

He leaned into Meerkat and his gaze scanned the treeline as if he were searching for any of their beloved children, even now. The thought of Ray or Mercy appearing from the forest gave him a bittersweet feeling, telegraphed by the distant look in his eyes. “Aye,” he agreed with a deep, poignant breath. “That would be.”

Yet the man knew he had already spent a great deal of time on melancholy energy. He blinked away the sobering mood in exchange for a happier, wistful look. “Ah ken all of our children ‘av found their way,” he assured. “Who knows… maybe, this year Fish, Ray, or Mercy will be havin’ wee bairns of their own, makin’ us grandparents.” Oh the horror! Njord felt too young for it, yet.