Neverwinter Forest sleep of the sword

Eventually, it became easier to walk with the wild shadow – @Revui (Ghost) – draped over him.

At times, he even thought that the steps felt like his own.

Fjall came to the woods of the unfulfilled Winterglade. It was darker here beneath the stalwart canopy, still hours off from dawnlight. The once shrieking wind now whispered in his ears, and his wisteria gaze remained taken by those aurora lights – his eyes.

Yes, his.

For the sea was a woman, and the sky was neither, but the wilds reeked terribly of man. And this force was nothing if not virile – a feral sort of energy that the earth-child both feared and loved at once.

But was this where he was meant to be?

I do not understand, blessed god.