Firefly Glen morgunsól

sólhárr huffed, his breath misting in the chill air as he met her hazel gaze. he stepped forward, his towering frame casting a long shadow over her, but his movement was measured, deliberate—not threatening.

you healed its chieftain, he said, his voice low, weighted with a firm but quiet authority. that is no small thing.

he paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle between them. his golden eye softened, the intensity dimming as he tilted his head slightly, considering her with something almost akin to respect.

forneskja has place for healers. not only teeth and claws, he continued, his tone carrying a rare hint of reassurance. but you must come. you earned it. a circle is not given—it is taken with strength.

his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if assessing the fire within her, the resolve she carried despite her doubts.

you belong, if you choose. i say this: return. forneskja will test you. but you will stand.

and with that, he shifted back slightly, giving her the space to decide. he would not push her, but the invitation was clear, as was his certainty in her strength.