Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

@Callyope

sólhárr moved through the quiet woods, his steps steady, his gaze drifting now and then toward his traveling companion. she was his songbird, a lightness that followed him with every step. the world felt softer when she was near, even as the wind picked up, rustling the leaves overhead and whispering of winter’s approach.

after a while, he slowed and glanced back at her, a silent invitation in his eyes. without a word, he lowered himself to the ground, finding a soft patch of moss beneath an old tree. his form settled solidly, a sturdy warmth against the chill that had begun to settle over the earth. he shifted slightly, angling his shoulder toward her, his silent offer clear—come, rest here.

the wind quieted as he lay there, his gaze gentle as he watched her, waiting for her to nestle against him. in that moment, he was both a warrior and her quiet shelter, a steady presence as the stars began to blink softly into the sky above them.