Moonspear you could turn my sorrow into song

Meerkat’s ministrations touched his heart. They sat together, cradled in one another’s arms. For a long moment, Njord simply soaked in her presence, as if his tarnished spirit was being cleansed. It felt good to share his soul… and he was thankful Meerkat was strong and willing to help carry its weight.

“Aye,” he agrees breathily. The man needed to move his body… to make something.

“A cairn is but a wee stack of flat stones,” Njord explained. “Sometimes it blends into tha land, like a pawprint. An’ old memory of somethin’ that once was…” He stood and looked around. There was a young pine tree standing solo on the cliff’s edge. A young soldier who would, one day, grow into a mighty sentinel.

Njord found a piece of dark basalt and set the first stone at the sapling’s base.

As if on queue, a small ribbon of green light rippled through the sky.