Dragoncrest Cliffs mindful of neither her child

Erzulie’s words painted new pictures in Njord’s imagination: Their children playing in the ocean’s white wash on a hot summer day. Hunting for small treasures in the sand. Teaching them how to shuck an oyster! A big grin widened the islander’s face and he felt his heart pound when she implied a large litter.

“More than two!” he echoed excitedly, a sudden rush making him feel lightheaded. “I ken they’ll be brav’r ‘an more cunning than any wolf in Teekon!” His expression softened, “…but kind an’ big heart’d. Tha girls will ‘av their mot’ers beauty… ‘an tha lads will be braw.”

Suddenly, Njord felt a puppy kick in Erzulie’s belly and he chuckled. “Do ya think they can ‘ear me?” he asked, voice dropping to a low whisper.