Neverwinter Forest I do admire your courage

The soft sound of the ramskin folding and the gentle placement of the bundle within the ancient roots felt like the closing of a chapter, a quiet promise sealed in the heart of the Heimtré.

The wind stirred again, threading through the branches above and ruffling Íruna’s thick coat as if the gods themselves acknowledged their offering.

She exhaled softly, her lavender eyes tracing the roots one last time before lifting to meet Callyope’s.

“A bond between us and the land,” Íruna murmured, her voice quiet, steady. “One that will endure.”