Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

kigipigak.

kigipigak.

winter hawk come to fly on cold breeze into the warmth of forneskja. she willed herself to become something unreadable for a moment. contemplative in her next choice of words. torn between feeling the wound open all over again and the bitterness that came from it.

is that all he told you, hjartsláttur? that the place is cursed?

she refused to let a festering wound turn into upset with him. her beloved. her sun.