Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

sólhárr let out a low, rumbling laugh, feeling the playful press of her teeth against his jaw. he tilted his head, leaning into her touch with a daring glint in his eyes, his own teeth flashing in a grin that held as much warmth as challenge.

seiðkona, he repeated, savoring the word, letting it roll off his tongue as if it held ancient power. aye, beside me, he murmured, his voice dropping low, infused with mischief. you keep me grounded… or drive me wild.

he lifted a paw to brush lightly along her shoulder, a teasing touch to match her own. but against me? he leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. i’d be a fool to want that. i’d face storm than your wit.

with that, he pulled back, his eyes bright with playful fire, his stance inviting her to match his banter. but speak, my seiðkona, are you ready to stand beside hárkonungr?