Neverwinter Forest When I was a child, I heard voices

it seemed ljósgleypir caught her in a daze, entranced by the looming shadow his ginger furs cast over her. a cast line, a hook, a throw. now, he'd want to reel her in— pull her close to his chest, breathe in the life that so effortlessly spilled from her.

asking for her was a kind way to put it. if he'd had his choice, it'd be a demand. but to scare such a fickle, fleeting songbird away would be a mistake, a loss on his part. he held his tongue momentarily, though it wished to fly free amongst her in the clouds.

yes, came his short reply. there was a jaded queendom held seldom beneath the coat of her ivory furs. he could see it— idunn vyed for her longiness, to transpire her from mere mortal to the beyond...godhood. that would only be if she'd let him.

he could do much more if she opened her heart, a feeble attempt to peel her away. a marked talisman of a new regime with a beautiful sylph at his side. tall and stalwart, they'd pillage the world.