Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

he was pleased to hear her repeat the name he favored back to her. maybe they liked the same things. well, what did he like? he supposed he liked what she liked. yes. that is a good motto.

my elska, he thundered with a reply, letting him raise his head for her to place the soft kisses that she was skilled at giving him. he never thought he'd find home with another woman, but here he was— dancing on the pinnacles of infatuation, of starlit fantasies.

she then asked if it was easier for him to say kaljóf. he thought about it for a moment, not entirely sure of the answer, until he tried her name raw on his tongue; call--yop-e,

was this...embarrassment? was it embarrassment the way he sought to bury his face in her neck, a humility only he sought for a woman he dared to trust?

i call what you want. he muttered.