Neverwinter Forest Alone—but not adrift

íruna listens, her lavender gaze steady on callyope, though the faintest flicker of amusement dances in her eyes. the finest pelt, she echoes softly, tilting her head slightly. it sounds like you have thought of everything, seiðkona.

she shifts her weight, her tail swaying faintly behind her as she considers callyope’s offer. as for the pelt, there’s no need to send hunters on my account. but if it brings you joy, then… perhaps something of the snow. a white fox or hare. their pelts are soft and pure, fitting for such a celebration.

her gaze softens slightly, the quiet strength in her voice unwavering. your wedding is a time for you to shine, callyope. if i can bring honor to you and your union, then that is enough.