Neverwinter Forest but i got my grip on the devil's horns

In the heat, she dreamed of iced places.

She wondered if it might be so terrible to steal away to the glacier. She still dreamed of that long walk. Callyope still held many dreams, but found them monochrome in the shades of grief.

She was not angry and she was not overcome by her sadness.

She simply was.

Here was a man of a moon village who looked disheveled in a way she might have expected from a parent or sibling. Callyope did what she had taken to doing and greeted him with warmth. Prepared to be a beacon of hope for anyone who came here — for mourning or otherwise.

Come rest in the shade, She did not think too hard on how her voice sounded like what she remembered her mother's to be, when it had not been shushed by grief.