Dragoncrest Cliffs Retrograde

Njord felt like an enemy in his own home.

No act he did was right.

No conversation ended without tears.

Nearly a month had passed. The autumn vibrance of the leaves had faded. The frost had come. Still, the heartbreak endured.

He had found a new densite on the fringe of Fireblood Stand, but decided against suggesting it to Meerkat. Change seemed to trigger deep emotions.

On this day he traveled to the gravesite on the sunset overlook. There, small mounds of rocks marked where their fallen rest. No moss grew. The saltwind was too frequent.

The seafarer plucked a few small stones and made a cairn. Da, he thought.

Njord slumped to the ground and laid his head across Merlin's adjacent site. He squeezed his blue eyes shut and listened to the crashing waves below.