Neverwinter Forest I do admire your courage

for @Callyope

The Heimtré stood tall and ancient, its gnarled branches reaching skyward as though to touch the gods themselves. The air around it was serene, hushed, as if the land knew this place was sacred. Íruna approached with quiet steps, her lavender eyes tracing the tree’s intricate twists and turns before falling to the figure beneath its boughs.

Callyope.

Íruna carried no grand offering (something she almost regretted the moment she saw Callyope), only herself and a quiet purpose. Her thick coat shifted slightly in the breeze as she came closer, her posture calm but open.

“I thought I might find you here,” she said, her tail swaying faintly. “It seems the Heimtré calls to us both.”

She paused briefly, taking in the scene—the way the light filtered through the canopy above, the way the tree seemed to embrace the land around it. “You spoke of this place with such light before. I wanted to see it as you do.”