Neverwinter Forest go off then somewhere quaint

"It brings me joy to hear that," Lótë murmured, voice lowered a note so as not to disturb Fjall as she tucked him closer with a gentle nudge of her muzzle. "How are your children? Growing like little saplings I imagine," the cloudberry chuckled. "And Sia, in the mountains?" Her ears splayed back a bit, worried about the step daughter who had always been more sister than child to the cloudberry. She was immensely proud of what they were building here but it made her anxious to be confined, unable to see for herself how the members of her Moonglow kin fared. 

"He is Fjall Eakkiä Nuiruk-Skrælingjar," Lótë lilted softly, fallowskin crown dipping as she cast an adoring gaze upon her son. "A bit long I know, but it has meaning in my language and his father's. It means he is a child of the sea and mountains." Lótë's kind gaze wandered to Aiolos'. "Not unlike your own cubs with Kukutux."