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sólhárr felt the shift in the air as the moon-colored woman emerged, her figure quiet yet undeniable, carrying an aura of wisdom that pressed him instinctively to the earth. @Callyope was close, a comforting presence beside him, but his gaze remained respectfully lowered, ears pinned back in reverence to the elder.

móðir, he murmured, his voice low, though he knew she was not his own. the scent of callyope upon her, mingling with that of herbs and forested places, reminded him of his own kin and yet marked her as different, older, formidable in her silence. he dared a brief glance, catching the depth in her eyes, a hint of the scars that mapped her life upon her face and shoulder.

i am sólhárr, of forneskja, he offered softly, glancing to callyope. she is here. his words were careful, an explanation, an assurance, as he sensed the weight of her worry and something sharper. he was not giving her up. sólhárr would let himself fall to the ground before the elder woman, an unquestionable display that he recognized her position.