Duskfire Glacier colors and shapes, the imaginary

Njord chuckled at Meerkat’s thoughts about the benefits of having a personal beach. He, too, could feel their visit waning and so he took a step back with a small nod of his head.

“O’course,” he replied when Meerkat mentioned Haunt. “I dinna ken if yer tha spiritual type, but Haunt’s grave rests on Sapphique’s cliffs. Kaertok’s too… if ya ever felt like payn’ yer respects. They ‘av tha best seat in tha house… over lookin’ the sea. ‘Specially when tha sun sets.”

A weak smile flashed across his face, but he kindled into something warmer. “Take care. I’ll be seen’ ya,” he called. With a wave of his red tail, the man returned home to Sapphique and would dream of Duskfire, the Sveijarns, and his golden navigator.