Neverwinter Forest I name your mother and your father

íruna emerges from the frost-dappled trees, her silver and blue coat shimmering faintly beneath the filtered light. the presence in the air is undeniable—another has entered the glade, but not as a stranger. still, írúna’s lavender eyes narrow, sharp and assessing, as she approaches.

hokulani, she greets.

íruna tilts her head slightly, curiosity flickering behind her otherwise stoic demeanor.