Dragoncrest Cliffs some of footsoldiers, some of ships,

Njord’s cerulean gaze locked upon his captain as the air between them shifted. He felt it deep in his bones – an instinct, a closeness…. The hair on his neck prickled with goosebumps while he held his breath as if they were underwater. The sensation reminded him of Valmua; drowning in her presence.

He admired Erzulie, and maybe even desired her, but she was the partner of Rosalyn. Njord had never permitted himself to entertain the thought of being this way with his captain. Her gentle touch caressed his cheek and the seafarer practically melted, disarmed. I could show you how well I know dem, if you like, she whispered.

He was thirsty for the intimacy he had been denied; for a tender, wanting touch. He brushed away the nay-saying voices in his mind. Njord leaned into her easy presence, putty in her hands. “Is tha’ so…?” he asked, a glimmer of challenge for her to escalate first. He became very still, bowing his head to better bask in her attentions.