Neverwinter Forest When I was a child, I heard voices

thought this song fit... https://open.spotify.com/track/75cMBXM2y...07962c46e2

and he noticed on his songbird that she bore no scars. she was a clean slate, a gift from odin. how spoiled has he been to experience such reverie. a lucky man he would be, if only there wasn't a caveat to her terms.

as icarus flies too close to the sun, ljósgleypir would seek to fly around it. his wings made of steel, unmatched in the blazing heat.

he let out a huff, tickling her furs against her cheek. price? came his breathless reply. a meek, futile attempt to rally his own strength. whilst he wasn't a desperate man, he was ambitious. songbird is priceless.

stealing her flickered a hasty thought in his head: it could be done. fast, with ease, they could slip away in the darkness, he'd pull her to the underworld. but he had no army backing him. a lone soldier in the field of a guerilla war.

what need?