Dragoncrest Cliffs Sons of mine

Sobo watched Loko shake and dart ahead again, no doubt searching for some big bad enemy to show who was boss. He turned his head back to da Njord and listened, growing more and more wide-eyed the more his father spoke of his childhood.

Njord was right. Time could change a lot of things. Maybe time would erase Sobo’s shyness. Maybe time would bring change to Sapphique, or change the hearts of the Rivenwood girls, not that he wanted much to do with their friendship now. Their apologies would feel sweet either way. okay, da Njord. I will give it time.

Where be your brot’er an’ sister now? Sobo had to know if they had come as far as his Njord had or if, like Njord said, time had changed things and now they were the ones looking up to him from some distant island.