Ouroboros Spine Tell Me What I Don't Know

The moon-colored woman affirmed his inquiry and Njord’s ears perked up in attention. Mother. Daughter. Crow God. Future. Present. Love… all these key words resonated within the seafarer. He leaned into his posture like a fish on a line, completely hooked.

So fascinated was he, that Njord found it almost impossible to hold back the torrent of questions he wished to ask. Then he remembered he barely knew this woman… it wouldn’t be polite or proper. He had lived with his own thoughts for too long.

His head ducked. “Ah-” he blurted, “Can ya… can ya help me? I want to know… I ’ave so many questions, ya ken?” He paused before adding, “M’names Njord.”