Neverwinter Forest hideout

she held her silence.

amber gaze watched him shift him, ginger ears shifted with the vibrations of his voice. he was not to be in her circle but she trusted his voice now. she understood the things he saw.

your words are deep. she uttered in hushed voice, she was genuine in tone.

her gaze was only upon the bones he had shifted.

are there whispers of unity in your ears, sögumaðr? bodies in forneskja come from different places, like these bones, but they must all be of one now.

winter would demand it of them.