Dragoncrest Cliffs Wish I May, Wish I Might

Njord waited with baited breath for Rosalyn’s judgment, measuring the queen’s mood. He could see her expression soften, single eye imaginative as she mulled over the vision of her children having a father figure in their lives. The red-tail nodded in agreement. “Aye, tis a lifetime you’ll ‘av,” he assured her with an honest smile.

“Any advice, for a soon-ta-be Da?” he asked Rosalyn. Njord’s memory swam with images of his own gentle and quiet father.