Haunted Wood there is a light

sólhárr hummed softly, a low, approving sound in response to her words. he noted the confidence in her gaze, the careful way she held herself, and it stirred a faint flicker of admiration.

purpose, he answered simply, his voice rough around the word, as though unfamiliar with shaping it in the common tongue. his shoulders lifted in a slight shrug, as if to say it was reason enough. the concept was simple, even if the journey was not.

he tilted his head, studying her with a quiet curiosity. many sights… in north, he added, his words slow, deliberate. home.. his eyes held hers for a moment, a silent strength in their gaze, as if the mountains and rivers he spoke of were carved into his bones.