Neverwinter Forest starshine

íruna watches sólhárr as his stride slows, her lavender eyes unwavering as he speaks. she nods slightly, her tail giving a faint sway as she matches his pace once more.

the gods are patient, hárkonungr, she says. it is not weakness to waver.

her gaze drifts briefly to the frostbitten horizon ahead before returning to him. it sees you, sólhárr, as do your people. and we follow because you do not falter for long.

she exhales softly, the mist of her breath curling into the chilled air. together, we carry the gods’ will. we will not fail them.