Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

the weight of rökkur’s words sinking deep into the marrow of his bones. there was something familiar in the other’s weary resignation, something that stirred both sympathy and the need to anchor him to the present.

with slow, deliberate steps, he moved closer, his golden eye unwavering. he stood tall, unyielding as ever, but his movements betrayed a rare softness, a quiet understanding. when he reached rökkur, he did not speak at first. instead, he pressed close, the warmth of his massive frame a stark contrast to the biting chill of winter around them.

it is alright here, he murmured lowly, his voice a steady rumble that carried both assurance and something more. his muzzle lowered, brushing gently against the fur of rökkur’s neck before pressing a lingering kiss there, a gesture both intimate and grounding. the scent of the other, earthy and faintly wild, mingled with the frost-drenched air.

máni speaks through us both, sól whispered, his breath warm against rökkur’s fur. i pray she will bless my union with @Callyope. i wish for her light to guide us forward, to keep the darkness at bay.

his lone eye flickered upward toward the pale glow of the moon, a reverence in his gaze that softened the sharpness of his features. yet he did not pull away from rökkur, his presence unwavering, grounding them both in the quiet sanctity of the clearing.

i would like you to bless it, sögumaðr.

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