Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

moongrove had been laid to rest.

something else bloomed in its emptying expanse. she could not help but think it was for the best that this had happened. the emptiness of such a place had allowed him to come here, to now plant his claims.

she was held and she found she melted into him with such great ease as if crafted alongside each other.

she did not want to lose him. she did not want these moments to end. the idea was enough to dizzy her thinking into a soft spiral. grooming his wild tufts only ceased so that she might lay her head into him instead.

songbird.

there was a desire to nearly laugh! her spirit felt seen, as if he had someone come so near to it that he had nearly gleamed the truth of it. she knew a crane bird was not a songbird, but the closeness — !

callyope. she whispered into the thick of his fur. it would be safe there, kept close to him and guarded.

how would you call me?

delighted to know more of him, to hear of his tongue.

sólhárr.

her sólhárr.