Neverwinter Forest sinew

to the forest of the neverwinter, ingram returns. day after day. drawn to the shade of the trees and soothed by flatlands that did not remind him of the rocky crevices he committed matricide upon. he was not ashamed of it; no, but he was forever altered by it. the rending of flesh and snapping of bones of his own lifegiver left their mark upon his soul as well as the physical scars upon his flesh. since the war, ursus was small; barely clinging to existence.

it serves to remind ingram that perhaps he should not venture every day ...but it does not stop him.

movement catches his gaze; and for a moment he stills the flutter of his heart, not to embarrass himself again by thinking he sees his shadow where she is not. once, that had pierced through his heart like a poisonous arrow.

a surly rumble begins in his chest, not interested in small talk or humiliating himself with false but nagging hope —

the rumble breaks off before it truly breaches his throat; crumbling as he realizes that it is her; more lovely and ethereal than his memory was capable of replicating. a low croon leaves ingram's lips as he draws nearer to her; absent words to put to the blooming he feels within his chest.