Neverwinter Forest There once was songbird, struck songless

sólhárr stilled at the sound of the voice, his breath curling in the crisp air as his single eye swept the forest. the haunting melody wove through the trees, pulling him like the tide, and he followed with slow, deliberate steps. the auburn pelt of his furs caught in faint shafts of moonlight, lending him a ghostly appearance as he moved.

he found her, a girl young and unweathered, her voice still trailing the final notes of her song. sólhárr approached cautiously, his bulk towering but his steps softened by intent. his ears pricked forward, his expression tempered with curiosity and something bordering on reverence.

you are, he rumbled, his deep voice a low thrum in the quiet, the child from moonspear? the one my wife spoke of?

his single eye rested on her, sharp yet kind, as if searching her for an answer that was not bound by words alone.