Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

Y’var’la inclined her head, a subtle motion that neither conceded too much nor insulted the gravity of their expectations. Her gaze flicked briefly to the Hárkonungr, acknowledging his final words—an unspoken promise that she would meet their challenges, and more.

Then, her focus shifted to Callyope. The Seiðkona's measured strength intrigued her, a leader in her own right with expectations that extended beyond the shadow of her betrothed. The offer to come to Heimtré felt less like an invitation and more like a call to arms, and Y’var’la would not falter.

“I will,” she replied simply, her voice carrying an edge of assurance, as though the verdict had already been decided in her favor. Her name, her presence, her ambition—they were already tools in her arsenal, sharpened and ready.

She left it at that, her stillness speaking louder than movement, a wolf who would prove herself not by bluster but by action.

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last for y'var'la! feel free to pm me siv <3