Dragoncrest Cliffs Willow Tree March

@Mercy’s absense was felt immediately. Dragoncrest was quiet that evening, as if the land itself became reticent from the young woman’s departure. Njord replayed the image of her fiery pelage disappearing past the borders. He sent out a little prayer into the universe, as dusk blanketed Sapphique, and asked his father, Valtyr, to watch over their Vixen from above.

Another memory stuck with him – the vivid image of @Meerkat’s adverted gaze when she slipped away to be alone. A bad feeling weighed down the bottom of his heart like silt in a river. Even though he was physically present, Njord felt helpless to ease his wife’s sadness. It felt wrong to give her space in this hour. Shouldn’t he help bear this burden?

As the stars began to twinkle above, Njord set out to find her. Yet, his success depended on if she wanted to be discovered at all.