Moonspear you could turn my sorrow into song

He concurred, explaining that a cairn was a modest stack of stones. There should be no shortage of those on a mountainside, particularly one partly blasted apart in recent memory. Meerkat immediately dropped her gaze to their feet, squinting at all the bits and pieces of rubble. She sensed that not just any old rock would do, even if a terrible voice deep down inside her insisted Sobo deserved the dullest rock she could find.

Her eyes tracked Njord’s movements as he strode over to a small pine. Meerkat glanced over toward Stingray where he slept, still unwilling to walk out of view, no matter how much she wanted to assist her husband in this endeavor. By the time she looked back to her husband, he was placing the first stone at the foot of the tree.

She thought she saw another shooting star. The flare of light drew her eyes upward. The first one had fallen from the southern sky but this radiant ribbon danced off to the north. It did not wink out or otherwise disappear, instead spreading across the horizon.

Breathing in sharply, Meerkat dropped her gaze to Njord and saw that he was bathed in a gentle green glow, shifting to a lavender hue before her very eyes.