Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

hárkonungr led her deeper into the heart of forneskja’s woods, his steps deliberate as he brought her to the place he had envisioned for her and the future women of their land. as they walked, the trees grew taller and more ancient, and soon a canopy of wisteria revealed itself, draping above them like a floral tapestry. its blooms, still vibrant despite the season’s change, cast a soft, ethereal light on the space below—a sanctuary untouched by any but them.

here, he murmured, gesturing toward the sturdy tree at the center of the clearing, its roots winding deep into the earth, this is heimtré, our home tree. it will stand as witness to your gatherings, a place for your circle.

but he, himself, would not break the barrier of wisteria. he would not step foot inside. 

his gaze lingered on her as she took it in, his chest swelling with pride at her vision, her purpose. he knew she was already thinking of what traditions would take root here, of how she might weave moonglow’s teachings with those of forneskja, creating something lasting.

seiðkona, he teased, a glint of warmth and mischief in his eyes. he leaned close, brushing a kiss against her cheek. then tell me, elska, what words do you wish to know? his voice softened, carrying both reverence and a playful edge. i’ll teach you all our words if you desire… starting with the ones that are for you alone.

as he watched her, sólhárr knew that whatever future lay before them, it would be one they built together, word by word, root by root.