Dragoncrest Cliffs you think i do this because i like it?

Njord notices the way Quennell’s lids tighten. How dops of water bud in the corner of his eyes. The way he is moved.

The seafather is not sure exactly why but understands how it feels to hold so much emotion in one’s heart.

He lays down perpendicular to Quennell – how the Crossing bisects the Nave of a church – and turns his back to the outside world. It is just the two of them.

“Of course, lad,” he assures the boy with a turn of his good ear — and the folded one does its best to turn too.