Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

work phone post but wanted to wiggle in

she smoothed a paw over the pelt beneath her. the short hairs of the boar were hardly felt through the thick of her fur. yet the padding offered kindness upon joints that worked. her own and sólhárr’s.

she was well aware of how hard he worked himself.

for their life, for her.

his voice was welcomed like a cold drink of water. yet his presence warmed her greatly. her eyes turned upon him and the autumn shadow he cast in the moonlight. sleep had eluded her and she had done little to chase after it.

come, she whispered softly to him in return. you too spend the dark hours restless. her voice spoke with fact as much as it did questioning, an invitation for him to speak on what had him up so late.