Neverwinter Forest crucify me

he is young, was her first thought.

you are the same age! her second thought crashed into the first.

yet age did not determine growth or knowledge. different paths were walked. for she had walked sunshine so long — and now she was forneskja. a ray of sunshine within the northern cold people.

her children would be this too, she knew. a meeting of ice and sun.

they will welcome you. i know so to be true. for how could they not? he was kind, well-spoken. she imagined pairing him off with another already. she would refrain until the seasons churned along further, but she knew it must be done for contentment.

she understood her mother more each day!

tell me of this leg. she encouraged now. they ought to start with him first before they rushed into others around them! is it pain that makes it unmanageable? or only a growing stiffness?