Neverwinter Forest atoningwishes

the snow fell in thick, soundless sheets, muffling the world beneath a soft, glistening shroud. night had long since claimed the sky, its velvet expanse pierced only by the cold gleam of stars.

sólhárr moved through the drifts with the practiced ease of one accustomed to the unyielding north. his golden eye shone like a beacon in the darkness, sharp and searching as it swept across the frozen expanse ahead.

he sought y’var’la.

the tasks he had set her upon were not idle whims, and he wished to see for himself how far she had come. the night was a time for truth, for revelation beneath the quiet watch of máni. and so he pressed on, his breath curling in ghostly plumes around him as he followed her trail.

at last, her silhouette emerged in the distance, a shadow against the snow, bent in concentration. sólhárr slowed his stride, his gaze steady, measuring.