Sun Mote Copse dreams see us through to forever, where clouds roll by for you and i

Though it was nice to reminisce, Njord admired Meerkat’s vision for their future. She was right… their story was neverending. A new and exciting chapter was waiting to write itself.

The Laird hummed in agreement. “Ah look forward tae learnin’ with you,” Njord said with his lips curled into a grin. “An’ we both ken we’ll be learnin’ plenty from Skipjack,” he added with a chuckle for levity. Their intelligent son was curious and full of questions about the world around him… and his father still had much to learn when it came to understanding the challenges his son faced navigating new terrain without sight.

Njord looked forward to the quality time together, quietly reposed in thought as he regarded the same apple as Meerkat.

“That’s a bonnie idea,” Njord replied – and in some small way, it felt like something had come full circle.

His long legs planted themselves on the rough bark of the tree. His red tail curled as Njord reached up to carefully pluck a ripe fruit from the boughs.

Green leaves fell around them and intermingled with the Copse’s token rays of sun as Njord presented his beloved wife with the first of many apples they would pick together that day.