Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

sólhárr hummed, a low sound that resonated in his chest as he took in her words. his teeth flashed in a brief, amused snarl at the thought of her being matched to another, as if to say he’d sooner chase off any such fool than let them have her.

they may have gathered names, he murmured, his tone warm but firm, but none would be as foolish as to think they’d have a chance now. his gaze softened as he looked at her, catching the warmth in her eyes, a warmth that settled his own spirit.

moonwoman, he continued, a glint of curiosity in his eye, what does she favor in a hunt? if i am to present a bride price worthy of you, i want it to reflect her own tastes. he paused, considering, then added, and if she’s in need of any new pelts, perhaps...we make braid them.

sólhárr’s expression grew thoughtful, the weight of tradition settling around him with a respect he rarely offered. he knew well the value in honoring her family and her customs, and if it was winter snow she desired for their union, he’d meet her at the heart of it, unyielding as the land itself.

we marry before your season. he murmured, a promise tucked in his tone. we’ll seal it in snow and ice, as lasting as forneskja itself.