Neverwinter Forest tiny dots on an endless timeline

sólhárr’s steps slowed as the whispering pools came into view, the vivid blue mirroring the winter sky above. he glanced down at melisande, a rare warmth in his golden eyes, touched by her playful teasing. she was his anchor in the tumult of their shared history, her unwavering belief in him something he would never take for granted.

callyope will see your heart, he said, his voice low but firm. she is strong. kind. but she’s also clever, melisande. she will know your intent is true. a pause, his head tilting slightly as he studied her. and if she does take to your charm, you’ll only prove what i’ve always known—you’re better than most.

a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, a rare echo of humor breaking his usual stoicism. he moved closer, brushing his shoulder against hers in a gesture of solidarity.

you are not just here for me, he reminded her gently, his gaze flicking to the pools ahead. you are here for yourself, too. do not forget that.

he stepped forward toward the waters, leaving her space to breathe in the moment, though his attention lingered on her, protective and steadfast. this place, and her growing confidence, were worthy of reverence.