Neverwinter Forest belong

sólhárr’s single golden eye softened as eydis spoke, a rare warmth threading through his usually rough exterior. he nodded approvingly, a faint curve of satisfaction tugging at his lips.

you grow, he rumbled, his voice deep but carrying a note of pride. forneskja is one. do not struggle alone.

he leaned slightly closer, his massive frame almost eclipsing hers, but his presence was not overbearing—more protective, as if shielding her from unseen forces.

after a pause, his gaze grew inquisitive, a flicker of curiosity in his eye. have you spoken to callyope? he asked, tilting his head slightly. she will want to know, and she is good for things like this. there was a faint, almost teasing edge to his tone, though it was underpinned with genuine care.