Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

sólhárr lay beside her, the dim light of the moon filtering faintly through the cracks of their den. her words were quiet, but they cut through the stillness of the night like a blade. he shifted slightly, turning his golden gaze to her face, his expression unguarded in the intimacy of their shared space.

yes, lyelska, he said softly, his voice steady, though his brow furrowed slightly. that was all.

he let the silence settle for a moment, his mind turning back to the tundra man. but— he began, searching for the right words, his grasp of the common tongue simple but deliberate, kigipigak... when he spoke of it, there was something in him. i am no fool to signs. his words were cold, but his eyes—they held memory.

sólhárr’s gaze lingered on her, his warmth radiating even in the chill of the night. he reached a paw gently toward her, brushing against her own. he knew of you, he continued, his tone both thoughtful and protective. your name, your path—your bloodline. it changed him to think of these things. as if the lake were not the only curse he carried in his heart.

he sighed, the weight of the thought pressing against his chest. i do not know what lies beneath his words, elska. but i see the way his memory wraps itself around you. i see it, and i do not like it. his voice softened even further, almost a whisper. i wish to see you, callyope...