Neverwinter Forest In the Woods Somewhere

sólhárr nodded, his coral eyes glinting like embers in the shadows of the trees. this is a good plan, he rumbled, his voice steady and sure, a promise woven into the deep cadence of his words. follow me, moss.

he turned, his large frame moving with the measured grace of one accustomed to both leading and being followed. his tail swayed in an unspoken invitation, an assurance that their decision to stay was welcomed, not merely tolerated.

we’ll go to the deep heart of the woods, sólhrárr continued as they moved, the forest swallowing their steps in its embrace. there, i will tell you the histories. the stories of forneskja and its gods. you’ll come to understand the strength of these trees and the spirits that dwell among them.

his gaze flicked back over his shoulder briefly, his expression calm but resolute. you’ll find your place here, if you’re willing to listen. the woods speak, moss. and now, so will i.

no worries:) fade in your next?