Dragoncrest Cliffs I'm in the air, and he's in the clouds

Njord’s claws were blunted from digging into the frozen earth and hiding away pieces of whale carcass for their winter caches. These days, putting his body to use distracted the seafarer’s mind, which had been mired by heavy emotions. Slowly, he attempted to set his loom and re-string the threads which had been broken, so he may weave himself back into the fabric of Sapphique.

However… would the Sveijarn-Cortens stay? Njord needed to regroup with his wife. For now, he toiled.

While setting the cache Njord discovered a pristine turkey feather. He didn’t realize they traveled out this way. The dusky brows of the plumage reminded him of @Jorunn …he had not spoken to the women since his return.

Now, feather between his teeth, he set off to find the Rubys’ paramour.