Neverwinter Forest dannsair sìthiche

elska has spoken.

sólhárr didn't need more incentive. he had no use of the wandering females— his own had been perched under his watchful gaze, the desire to have another would never cross his mind.

but callyope on the other hand...

her circle. how much could a man gloat and preen his feathers with pride? here, she was forging her own path. a destiny curated by lífbjörg herself. a tapestry would be weaved in their honor, reed by reed.

his woman willed it.

then it will be. forneskja welcomes you, he spoke firm. your name?