Neverwinter Forest [m] arrival

sólhárr moved closer, his breath warm in the cool air between them, their world shrinking to only the space they shared. her words, vows whispered like a hymn, curled around his heart. he felt the weight of her devotion, the strength of her claim, and he matched it with the unyielding ferocity of his own.

you. mine, he rumbled, the words rough with the edges of his broken common tongue, but no less powerful. his golden eyes bore into hers, primal, untamed, as if to cement their bond in stone and fire. first snow. before pack. we wed. his lips brushed her ear as he spoke, a gesture tender yet wild, a promise sealed in breath and touch.

he pulled back only slightly, enough to look upon her, his hands rough and calloused but gentle as they cupped her face. tapestry of skuld. urðhalla praises us. we weave, he said, invoking the names of the nornir and their Hall of Fate. threads of forest. ivy, fur, silk. for tapestry. for us.

his voice softened, though the intensity in his gaze did not waver. we honor them. nornir. their winds, their fate. we ask. they bless. his thumb brushed against her cheek, a simple touch that spoke of his reverence for her, for this moment, for what they would become.

only us, he finished, his tone a mix of primal declaration and quiet reverence. we begin. now. forever.