Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

oh!

she was to be wed to such a smooth man. briefly she thought of the royal man from the akashingo palace. the one who had bought such fine things for his wife and spread his wealth among those who helped him. he had been so gilded with his words that she had nearly been blinded by it!

now here was a man, all her own, who spoke so smoothly.

she blossomed in his vulnerability. all too keen to show her own in return.

hjartsláttur, voice still a whisper. a flutter of her voice as if it dared to tremble!

maybe this is what i will call you.

her eyes, searching his face, looking for acceptance. looking for admiration. looking, looking!