Neverwinter Forest starshine

íruna dips her head deeply, a gesture of respect to her hárkonungr, her lavender eyes briefly closing as she acknowledges the weight of his trust. when she straightens, her resolve feels sharper, more defined, as though his words have carved something new and solid within her.

she falls into step behind sólhárr, letting the winter air fill her lungs, her breath forming soft clouds in the crisp glade. her lavender gaze lingers on him as they walk, his powerful frame silhouetted against the frost-laden trees. a quiet fire stirs in her chest—not born of ambition, but of the purpose she now shares with him.

“the gods shine on you, hárkonungr,” she says softly, her voice steady and reverent. “i feel their pride in the winter sun, watching over you with strength.” her eyes flick upward briefly, the pale light of the season filtering through the trees, before resting back on him.

“himinráfn sees your choice in the seiðkona and approves. the sky raven watches over you both." her tail swishes happily as she walks alongside the larger man.