Duskfire Glacier So the lover must struggle for words.

she wrote herself, idek where this came from

While her eyes were still adjusting to the change in lighting there was not a doubt in her heart that she was witnessing a miracle. With her knees still shaking uncontrollably she made an effort to take a step forward only to fall onto his feet as he once again craddled her in his love. Though she had never liked kisses, she did not protest to her father's affectionate greeting, she knew that he had never been a touchy man either, so instead of questioning the moment she just sunk into his chest, feeling the warmth of his wrap around her limbs.

She didn't know how many days had gone by since she had last seen his face, and now she didn't care. All that mattered was that he was back again, clutching her frail, shivering body and piecing her broken pieces together once more.

The vibrations that rumbled from his chest as he spoke made the child remember what he had set out to do the day he had left home. He had gone for Larus, and for the flowers.

Maera's face pulled away from their embrace as her eyes sought his own, a curious yet fearful expression caught in her eyes. He had returned alone. Which in the girl's mind meant that Larus had not yet been found -- which implied that the search was not over. Was he going to shoot out the door as soon as her eyes closed again?

Over the few months they had actually spent together Maera had been able to notice Njal was a head-strong, determined man. Just because he had shown up now didn't mean he couldn't leave again.

He was devoted to the roses*
He would not leave her here to wither, but he could not let the rest of his out to dry.

"You were scared too, Daddy. It's alright" she murmured, pressing her nose into his arm. She knew he had had to be terrified when going after the monster and coming back to an empty house -- she had certainly been too when she had realized they had all disappeared.
Like the flowers she had serched for in the Glacier, they had all vanished into weak memories.

[size=x-small]*metaphor for the children[/size]