Neverwinter Forest tiny dots on an endless timeline

sólhárr’s golden eyes softened as he listened to melisande, her quiet vulnerability not lost on him. his little sister had always been one to carry her thoughts close to her chest, her heart tied deeply to the earth and gods she so fervently believed in. he gave her a nudge with his muzzle, a gentle reassurance in the motion.

callyope is going to love you, he said firmly, his voice low but steady, the certainty in his tone leaving no room for doubt. his lips twitched into a faint grin at the thought, warmth filling his chest.

he glanced ahead, the soft babble of water reaching his ears as they approached the familiar stream. ask her to pray with you, he added, his gaze flicking back to melisande. she’d be honored, i think. and sharing prey? she’d never turn that down.

he bumped her shoulder lightly as they walked, his steps unhurried. you’ll see, melisande. she’s just as eager to know you as you are to know her. give it time. his grin returned, this time more teasing. and if she doesn’t fall for your charm right away, i’ll make sure she does.