Neverwinter Forest Twin fish

sólhárr’s golden eyes narrowed as he stepped into the clearing, his gaze immediately falling on the girl perched against the tree. the unmistakable signs of injury caught his attention first—the awkward weight shift, the telltale stiffness in her posture. this must be the one catamaran had spoken of.

but it was the bark-stripped tree and her gnawing jaws that drew a raised brow from the hárkonungr. he approached with a measured step, his presence calm but unyielding, the air around him carrying a quiet authority.

you must be the girl catamaran brought in, he began, his voice low but firm, each word deliberate. his gaze lingered briefly on her injured leg before flicking to her face. i’d ask you not to gnaw on the trees of the forest, he added, his tone edged with dry humor. they hold more value standing strong than stripped bare.

he paused a few paces away, his eyes briefly scanning the pile of small prey she had accumulated. and you seem resourceful enough to find better things to sink your teeth into, he remarked, nodding toward her cache.

sólhárr’s expression remained neutral as he studied her further. what is your name? he asked at last, his tone softening just slightly. if she was to remain here, he would need to know more than her injury and catamaran’s infatuation.