Neverwinter Forest sinew

her past comes spilling out from betwixt her lips then, or of what she was choosing to share of it. ingram is quiet; silent as she weaves her tale for him, exposing the complicated threads that she had once held so close. threads of who she really was that he had never pried into nor asked for. he treasures each piece of it; though the news that merrick betrayed her caused the guard hairs along his nape to bristle.

if he'd have known ...

but he hadn't known and being apart of them would allow him to take her to them.

a thin silver lining.

where does the land end? ingram inquires curiously, unsure of whether it was a place or a metaphor. he struggles to comprehend what a god of multiple faces looks like — or what it might want.

ingram draws in a breath then, considering the war, and if merrick was her father than surely the queen of ursus had to have been her mother. he considers whether it was his place to tell her, or if by not telling her while he knew it would be a betrayal — and that thought brings a pang of pain to his chest.

there is something you should know, if you don't already, ingram begins, taking a small breath. he is unsure how to piece it together. shortly after i joined there was a war between ursus and the saints. war was being generous, really; and in the end what was left of the saints had escaped with their lives. i was told that the saints killed the queen of ursus. he watches intently for her reaction, then; unsure how she would take the news.