Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

the touch, the warmth, was unexpected from what once was the moons' soldier. now, as her speaker, her keeper of stories and teller of tales, he let himself bask beneath her glow, and hummed as he was gifted a kiss by hárkonungr. an intimacy that he did not ever think would bless his scarred skin, especially by a man whose wedding was so soon. though the action was not romantic in nature, rather a bond forged between the two ; something that rökkur hoped to be unbreakable.

his breath was warm, lingering against the lightened traces of blood and war beneath his pelt. he wished for máni to bless his union, and it took no time for sögumaðr to hear her whispers in the way her breezes rustled the treetops, lilted the pale flowers, softened the bite of the winter and reaffirmed their presence within the grove. and it was then that the king of neverwinter asked for rökkur, once a man of shadows, to bless their marriage, their ceremony ; and so his heart came alive with this task that did not feel quite impossible. rather, it bloomed a warmth within his chest, knowing that he was thought worthy of the duty. worthy of bestowing a prayer on máni's behalf.

i will, and he was smiling, then. though not a large grin, it seemed that the exhaustion had been drawn from his bones, perhaps alight with this new task. though his voice never raised from a murmur, deeming the volume of the night to be carefully maintained, there was a clear happiness that shone behind a scarlet gaze. do you require anything, sólhárr? stones, plants, the like? would you care for any particular words, any story told or words to commemorate such a union? a planners words.

he wondered, then, where it would be taking place.