Neverwinter Forest hideout

he spoke of a hopeful thing. something to warm them through the cold times.

no, she spoke her own mind now. only now did she reveal thinking to him. i must hear these things in the voices of others. i must know it is not only hope that makes me see these things. she did not wish to be childish, to ignore any strife in favor of rose-colored days.

in the bones i see strength. i see bounties and thriving. she confessed to him and yet her voice continued to become a hushed thing. nearly a whisper now. my visions for forneskja run wild.

they would always stay visions, though, if no others could grasp them.

sögumaðr gave her hope that this thinking was not only her own.