Duskfire Glacier colors and shapes, the imaginary

Meerkat was so full of life that her light illuminated Njord’s dim bulb. As she smiled, so did he – mirroring her expressions and finding her sentiments about Duskfire infectious. “I’ll be rememberin’ that invitation,” he assured her as his imagination began to craft pictures of what life would look like beneath the glacier. Could he ever move away from the sea? So much of him felt at home in the cliffs… but a piece of him did not. How could he fill the hole in his heart?

She pressed again about the tour and Njord felt himself crack – wanting to string out the time together a while longer. “Twist my paw why don’t ya,” he jested. “Al’right, lead me astray, ‘Kat! I dinna ken ‘ow you’ll top tha apples, tho…” the man joked as he side stepped towards her, ready to follow.