Neverwinter Forest starshine

the himinráfn guides, but it also watches, she replies, her tone calm but firm. it tests us as much as it blesses us. we must be ready for both. her gaze flickers briefly to sólhárr, catching the faint glint of his lone golden eye before returning to the frost-dappled path ahead.

the winter sun catches on her silver and blue coat as she continues, her voice softening but losing none of its conviction. the gods demand much of those they favor. strength, resolve, sacrifice. but it is through those trials that we prove ourselves worthy. you, hárkonungr, are already their chosen. the himinráfn watches because it sees what you are capable of.