Neverwinter Forest arrival

she lingered somewhere between sleep and waking.

a shifting of winds, a thought that she heard something. her beloved walked far to prove his intentions. forneskja churned with change welcomed.

moonspear had come to them in the form of a child.

and forneskja went to moonspear in need of healing.

moonglow had visited in the face of a bright nephew, full of promise and hope.

the bodies within forneskja found their places. continued their steady paces of learning and establishing among one another. everything flourished with ease. yet something gnawed at callyope. restless and yearning. perhaps it was the absence of her beloved. she knew she had picked right for her to miss him so fiercely and to keep things smooth in his absence.

the shifting winds.

they bring the scent of winter and blood. her eyes are wide for but a moment, then soften to see who has come. he is welcomed near and she is wordless for his returned presence. half not believing it! he is battered, bruised. she nearly missed the more demanding wound he carried — a missing eye. gone. a beloved thing taken from him.

from her.

her mouth parted as if she might finally say something.

nothing. only the breeze.

she buried herself into him. she let her own body carry the weight of his now, let herself absorb the scents he had brought home. for now the world was only them.