Neverwinter Forest starshine

sólhárr.

as she approached, the glade unfolded before her, bathed in the gentle light of the rising sun. frost clung to the edges of the earth, sparkling like tiny shards of silver, and there he stood—sólhárr. his massive frame, powerful and commanding, seemed almost otherworldly against the serene backdrop of winter’s embrace.

íruna slowed as she entered the glade, her presence quiet but unwavering. her lavender eyes met his lone gaze with a steady confidence, her tail swaying lightly behind her as she came to a stop a few paces away.

“you called for me,” she says softly.