Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

sólhárr chuckled as her teeth found a rugged tuft of his fur, the playful nip stirring his own instincts as he leaned in to return the gesture, a gentle nip along her neck. he felt a warmth settle in his chest at the brightness in her eyes, the determination to root herself in forneskja so completely. his elska was already binding herself to their land and its language, one phrase at a time.

all of them? he echoed, amusement coloring his tone as he met her enthusiasm with a willing heart. “then let’s start with greetings, as you asked.” he softened, leaning close so his voice dropped to a warm murmur, the kind reserved for the quiet moments they shared. heilsa—it’s a simple greeting, one you use with kin and strangers. and if you’d like to add warmth to it, you’d say heilsa, félagi, or even heilsa, vinr for a friend.

he paused, smiling at her eagerness, feeling a satisfaction he couldn’t put to words. but, he added, his tone teasing as he brushed his muzzle to hers, i only teach you more if you share something in return. a greeting in your own tongue.

he watched her with keen interest, his eyes gleaming with pride and affection. she was securing roots in forneskja, yet bringing moonglow’s spirit with her—and in this exchange, he could feel the bond between their worlds growing, one word at a time.