Neverwinter Forest (cloud) come shove it, shove it, shove it

trade: spiritualist

catamaran's acceptance was appreciated. rökkur smiled, then, inviting him closer, should he wish. and he asked, then, how the mánilundur had been founded, and the guardian was more than keen to tell the tale: it was sólhárr, he begun. he called for me within a few moments of stumbling upon this grove. i believe he may have known that it was a place of spiritual connection. and, just perhaps, it had reminded him of rökkur.

he granted me guardianship, and i am the one who gave her the title of mánilundur, a pride ran through his tone as he spoke. he sat himself down, now, tail flicking. he was finished with his inspection of the moonflowers, and now he simply wanted to enjoy the ambience, as well as the conversation. it is a great honour, for me to be deemed worthy of protecting, archiving such a place, alongside being sögumaðr.

and he looked to the blonde man, then. scanning his features, his red gaze. watching him with an almost studious intensity, searching his face for what his beliefs may be. and, as if he had gathered his opinion from some sort of factual evidence, he spoke: you do not believe, do you? and he stood up, then. a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. that is alright. máni does not show herself to all. only those who want to listen.

and, in the opinion of the sögumaðr, catamaran did not seem to be one of her listeners.