Neverwinter Forest [m] arrival

and in his hold was warmth.

she had never — yet she welcomed him with love.

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in his arms. where a whole new world had been crafted time and time again. how many worlds might she make with him? their future held the warmth of summer despite their innate winter roots.

she wanted to say something.

maybe a question? maybe a decleration.

she only pressed her head to his side and listened for heartbeat.