Golden Glade i'll follow you into the dark

Qvasir listened intently, his sharp green eyes following Mictec as she moved and spoke with a quiet reverence for the land around them. Her words carried weight, a balance of wisdom and practicality that aligned with his own approach. He nodded once, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding forest as she gestured, already considering her suggestions and the task ahead.

The land will guide us, he said finally, his voice low and steady. And it will be done.

There was no hesitation in his tone, only certainty. Qvasir knew the work would require care and patience, but he was no stranger to adapting, to building something lasting from what the earth offered. He stepped closer to the area she indicated, his movements deliberate as he began to assess potential starting points, letting the silence between them settle like freshly fallen snow.

As the light filtered through the trees, muted and cold, he cast a brief glance back at her, a faint flicker of approval in his expression. Though his words were few, they carried the promise of his actions. Together, they would make this place more than just livable—they would make it thrive.

And with that, Qvasir turned his attention fully to the task, his presence grounded and resolute, as the thread quietly faded into the rhythm of their shared purpose.

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