Njord
The Salt-Weathered God of Open Waters
Winds shift, waves churn — but I endure.
You won't find me in gilded palaces, but where the gulls wheel and the tide knows the way. I steer the winds for sailors, bless the nets of fishers, and remember a love that was as fleeting as foam on rock. My children walk the land, but I remain where the deep speaks — patient, watchful, and vast.
What I'm Into: calm before the storm, merchant ships at dusk, Skadi's laughter once carried on cold wind, the hush of fjords, guiding lost sailors home
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