Chimera Fields hey you, big star

sólhárr watched rökkur with a steady gaze, sensing the gravity of the moment—the shadow of his past tugging at him, a final struggle before he broke free. when rökkur spoke, his words held a weight that sólhárr recognized; a man making peace with his path forward. there was strength in it, a sense of resolve that sólhárr respected deeply.

then you are forneskja, sólhárr said simply, stepping forward to brush his shoulder firmly against rökkur’s flank, a silent acceptance, a mark that bound him to this land and its people. as their pelts mingled, sólhárr felt a satisfaction settle within him, the bond of brotherhood forming with a man whose story mirrored his own more than either would say.

forneskja is many things, he began, drawing back to meet rökkur’s gaze. we need hunters, guardians, warriors, gardeners, lorekeepers. whatever path you choose here, it is yours to walk. we are building something lasting, and each has their part in that.

he paused, giving rökkur a moment to let the words settle, to feel the freedom of choosing without the weight of expectation. you need not be only a warrior, unless that is what calls to you. sólhárr’s tone softened, a note of understanding weaving through his words. here, you will be seen for the strength you bring, and honored for the path you walk.

he gestured toward the dense thicket of pines that shielded their land from the world beyond. come, he said, a rare warmth in his voice. i’ll show you the heart of forneskja. your place in it awaits. 

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