Moonspear Ive Been in a cave

sólhárr dipped his head, his single golden eye steady on alaric. there was an ease to his movements, an assurance that resonated in the quiet between them.

if you wish to seek her, our doors remain open, he offered, his voice even, carrying the weight of sincerity. he knew what it was to value family, to hold a place for them even as their paths diverged.

he lingered a moment before speaking again, his tone measured. bring your stories when you come. kinusi will listen, and perhaps callyope will as well. it seems fitting that they should know their roots.

his gaze shifted briefly to the horizon, as if marking the path alaric might take. with a slow nod, he turned, signaling that their exchange was concluded—for now. forneskja’s doors, as promised, would remain ajar.