Neverwinter Forest gravesinger

for a moment, she was silent.

gaze looking over the woman for anything that might need assistance. sometimes even wounds of the soul showed on the flesh.

regardless — it is Seiðkona who sees you now. her voice rang with gentle tones.

belonging takes time, but learning and growing make it happen. there was appreciation when she spoke. perhaps she had a bit of a soft heart for those still learning, those who welcomed change and its growth. perhaps because she still did such herself.

what is your name?