Dragoncrest Cliffs Sons of mine

“There’s my lad,” Njord praised, happy to see a piece of advice satiate the gnawing unrest in his son. He nudged Sobo’s shoulder with his muzzle and volleyed an encouraging grin.

Their conversation steered towards Njord’s family and heritage. It was a subject the seafarer did not know how to navigate. Though Sobo was of his blood, he was not raised to be his child. Would Erzulie or Rosalyn resent him for speaking of their shared ancestry?

Njord took a deep breath. “Aegir dispersed into tha Mainland of Teekon ta seek ‘is own claim. He hadn’t returned home last I was there… but my sister remains on Meares Island trainin’ in my grandsire’s shadow as advisor,” he smiled with pride. Though he was pleased his sister had ascended to such an honorable rank, Njord still vehemently despised his grandfather.

His blue gaze darted back to Sobo. “You’ll ken em when ya see the red in their pelt… jus’ like yer tail.” Njord curled his over his back like a flag. “Mark of the Sveijarn, that is. An tha grey… that comes from tha Corten side of yer blood. Stoney as tha sea rocks of Meares Island.”

Njord cocked an ear and wondered if the lad had any interest in this topic.