Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

the gentle heat of her cheeks mirrored by the soft glow of her words. isakutâk. sunbeam. his lips curved into a rare, unguarded smile, the golden light of her presence softening the edges of his stoicism.

isakutâk, he repeated in her tongue, his accent thick but his tone reverent. how fitting for you, he added, his voice low, the words spoken just for her.

when she climbed into his arms, he let her, his movements easy and instinctive as he drew her close. her weight against him felt right, as if they were two pieces of the same story, finding their place together. he brushed his nose lightly against her temple, a quiet gesture of affection.

a new word for you, then, he murmured, his voice gentle. hjartsláttur, the word lingered between them, soft and filled with meaning. it means ‘heartbeat.’

with his expression unguarded, because that is what you are to me.

he tilted his head slightly, catching her gaze with his own. say it for me? he asked, his tone playful, though there was a flicker of vulnerability in his golden eyes, a man who, despite all his strength, found himself disarmed in her presence.