Chimera Fields hey you, big star

sólhárr watched as rökkur's expression shifted, the distant look melting away, replaced by something grounded, rooted in the present. he caught the glint of sorrow behind those ruby eyes and felt a quiet respect rise within him as rökkur spoke of tunglbörn, of leaving behind a past. there was a weight to the man's words, an ache held close, like a scar not fully healed.

when rökkur returned the question, sólhárr’s gaze softened, though his expression remained composed. he let the silence hang for a breath, a respect for what had been shared, before he answered, his voice low and steady.

this place is mine to keep, he murmured simply, glancing around at the expanse of land, at the trees that held the borders of forneskja. my purpose lies here—building something lasting, something stronger than what any of us might escape.

there was no need for embellishment; the meaning was woven into each quiet word, into the look he gave rökkur. forneskja was meant to be a home for those who sought renewal, a place for warriors like them, shadows bound to their pasts but determined to create something greater.

with a faint nod, sólhárr regarded rökkur again, sensing the understanding that needed no further words. you’re welcome here, if that purpose calls to you.