Dragoncrest Cliffs Sons of mine

Njord’s nudge sent Sobo off-balance and earned a grin in return, one that lifted his face in just the same ways Njord’s did. Sobo was very much his father’s son, if only he had the same adventurous spirit and not his damning shyness.

Angraboda remained at Meares Island, but Aegir had left the sea behind. This was unfathomable to Sobo, who asked, why would he leave da sea? Maybe there were no other islands to claim. Maybe there was no more coast, but Sobo knew from traveling south along it that the Teekon coast stretched far. There must have been something more compelling inland… but what?

Sobo followed Njord’s tail with his eyes and subconsciously lifted his own matching one. His father called it, De mark of de Sveijarn? Sure, he knew his father’s surname and he did not share it, but that all Sveijarns shared the red in their fur was news to him. So dat be why Mireille an’ Coraline an’ Loko be all red, den? How come dey not be grey too?

Until now, he had never thought much of how he was the only member of his family to bear the greyscale Corten fur. Even Chacal, where she was not black, was resplendent in warm golden tones.