Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

sólhárr let his gaze shift between the two women, the quiet strength of his seiðkona and the steady, poised presence of y’var’la. though his expression remained composed, his focus lingered on callyope longer, as if seeking her thoughts in the subtle nuances of her body language.

when she spoke, relief and resolve intertwined in her tone, sólhárr felt a flicker of pride for the way she carried herself. she did not need his guidance here—her invitation to y’var’la carried its own weight, a clear expectation.

then it is settled, he said, his voice steady as his eyes returned to y’var’la. you will begin with seiðkona, appease her and you may find your place among us. his tone carried no malice, only a firm acknowledgment of what lay ahead.

he stepped back slightly, his golden gaze finding callyope’s once more, a subtle flicker of warmth in his expression. her words had been enough.

then, to y’var’la, he gave a final nod. prove yourself, as you’ve said. forneskja has no room for less. callyope will make her judgement. the words were plain but carried the unyielding expectation of the hárkonungr. with that, he waited no longer, leaving the two women to carve the beginnings of their understanding.

last for sólhárr!