Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

hárkonungr.

sentinel, watcher, lover. hers in all ways. come to challenge the presence of a stranger who danced with a valiance.

akkunak. she dubbed the woman. for her slate colors and the way she had rolled in unexpected. she stood with watchful eyes, not hiding herself but not throwing herself haphazardly into the fray. it is the caution of her betrothed that forced her to speak with a firmness, even if she held herself only tall.

if you have come to disrupt the wilderness, then you will find you need to walk far for peace.

forneskja would not stand for it.

moonglow would not, by extension many moon villages would not.

this was the message she meant to send. let her bid the woman enough grace to be wise, or let the hárkonungr prove his hunting and might.

she did not speak of her heart's softness too. the want for women's company, the want for her own circles. she would wish to only collect the wise! only those who would grow what they built. or those who might be clay, to mold and fill with knowledge.