Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

rökkur tag for mention

the moon hung heavy in the sky as sólhárr made his way through the stillness of the forest, @Rokkur’s words echoing in his mind. the seiðmaður had spoken with conviction, guiding him toward a path he could not ignore. he had asked for wisdom, for clarity, and it had been granted. now, it was his turn to act.

the great standing tree loomed ahead, its roots coiling like protective arms around the hollowed den beneath. a faint light flickered within, cast by the gentle glow of the moon filtering through the canopy. sólhárr’s steps softened as he approached, the weight of his resolve steadying him.

he ducked his head to enter, his pale eyes adjusting to the dim light inside. there she was—@Callyope, his elska, her frame a quiet strength within the shelter they had claimed as their own. he could see the tension in her shoulders, the weariness that came from the burdens she bore so diligently.

he moved closer, the scent of her familiar and grounding. gently, he nudged her with his nose, his touch both tender and firm, a wordless request for her attention.

lyselska, he murmured, his voice low but warm, filling the small space. do you sleep, yet?