Neverwinter Forest My queen won't feed on milk and honey

@Callyope

Alongside @Solharr, Pangur was not shy in stealing glances at the surroundings, one could swear hazel eyes had begun to sparkle with fascination, the sprawling forest capturing the eye of intrigue. A feeling unidentifiable stirs within as a breeze washes over them, chilled and cold like the winds of Helheim, winter would soon bite this place, but the greenery would never wane. She knew this, conifers were naturally the most stubborn of flóra, unperterbed by the threat of change.

They embraced the change, stayed tall through it all. That sort of resilience was one echoed in the teachings she'd grown with, Pangur saw beauty here, and in many ways it reminded her of the same forests she had called home once, before her legs were spurred to wander. 

Oh, but conifers could not compare, not to the sight of this heart-tree. Pangur even stopped in her tracks to simply look upon it. 

Yggdrasil? Her mind swelled with glee. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but she could feel it in the wind and in the earth beneath her feet. The gods were closer, here. She must stay. When she finished her wonder-struck observation, she'd fall back in pace with the  hárkonungr, limp to the hall of his seiðkona to request her help for this cougar-struck foreleg of hers.

Pangur was eager.