Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

he saw, he heard.

she closed her eyes beneath his kiss and tried to think of better things.

cursed. is that what he thought of this place? of his once wife's spirit? that it was a curse? had everyone thought that panuk listened to curses in this place? the boy was not haunted by misery, he had not been clinging to grief when he had been here.

how could he have said such a thing?

grief, just like yours, whispered something small in the back of her mind.

she wanted a village here. her voice soft and small. she had parted from kigipigak. she had begun a walk into a new life with another hunter. did anyone still speak kannoyak's name? it is not just her sister who had become spirit in this place. the trader could not be forgotten.

before it could raise, the water took her and this man.

she was unraveling, she was feeling it all again. perhaps this was good. perhaps it was a reminder.

their spirit is no curse, hjartsláttur. the tears could not be withheld even if she did not outright sob. ariadne! fire in her heart! she was sweet, she deserved more and i carry her with me always —

did anyone call her cursed?