Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

his gaze softened as he took in her words, the fire in her eyes meeting his own with equal intensity. he felt the weight of the moment settle around them, the stars above bearing silent witness to their unspoken vows. he reached for her, his paw resting gently against her cheek, steady and sure.

call-yope he murmured, voice thick with promise, the old word carrying his intent like an oath. i will make you my wife, elska, he declared, his voice a low rumble that resonated through the quiet night. and we be wed before the gods themselves—bound together, blessings upon us.

he leaned closer, his breath warm, his gaze locked onto hers. this night, this promise, he whispered, his voice reverent, as if the stars themselves would carry his words into eternity, let it known that you are mine, and i am yours.

with that, sólhárr pressed his brow to hers, a silent vow, sealing their bond beneath the sky’s quiet embrace.