Dragoncrest Cliffs Lo-Fi Listening

Out of the corner of his eye, Njord could see Grímnismál divert her gaze… but her coy expression and meek voice were not lost on to the castaway. “Alright,” he agreed, and followed the girl through the tunnel. It was eerily quiet, the exit like a window to a different world – a landscape painting hung on a dark wall. The smell of salt was strong and wind whistled against the oystered rock.

They emerged onto a private getaway beach. Water lapped against the sand flirtatiously, unlike the violent crashing waves against the adjacent cliffs. “Hey, this is pretty neat!” Njord exclaimed. He had no idea this was here! Suddenly, he got the urge to RUN!

Njord kicked up sand and sprinted away down to the length of the beach (for it wasn’t that big), only to 180 and loop back around going at mach ten. His red tail was partially curled beneath him (in classic zoomie fashion, to make him more aerodynamic). He lept at Grimm, pawing the air, and ran away again as if to entice her to chase.

Hmm… must be all that energy from the nap he had! For now, their mission to find the den was set aside for a little romp in the sand.