Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

tw for implications of suicide (?)

it is wintertime, hárkonungr, nightman offered, as if that were to mean anything at all to the king who stood before him. voice was low, rumbling from his chest akin to echoes within a cave. just as quickly as he drew a breath it returned to the air in the form of a sigh, scarlet eyes betraying something distant, something withdrawn.

and, as if he had made a decision in but a split second, he relinquished a part of his past: much training was done in wintertime, he murmured. unpleasant memories threaten to resurface ; i do not choose to withdraw, to hide away. it is as if the silence of isolation calls to me, like a sirens song, rökkur shook his head, now, as if ashamed with himself. knowing that he should work harder, revere the moon above as is his way of living, but his den and the darkness within it beckon him to an eternal sleep.

but when he rested his weary head, it seemed that it was sleep that he was chasing. he gave a huff, now, turning away from the sunfire man and moving towards the boulder that sat within the holy clearing. facing it with ruby eyes ; a gaze that had seen much in what seemed to be such a short timeframe. you came to me with purpose, sólhárr. tell me, what is it that you seek from her grace? he looked up, then, at máni's light.