Neverwinter Forest starshine

she was strong, as the gods intended her to be, and he would not see that fire extinguished.

he leaned closer, brushing his fur against hers with deliberate warmth, the bite of winter tempered by his presence. his golden eye glimmered as he turned his head slightly, his voice low but resolute.

sögumaðr will know in time, he assured her, his tone like the steady crackle of a hearth. just as the máni speaks through him, it speaks through me. it guides this path. it is not ours to question, only to walk.

his stride slowed, his head dipping as he placed a kiss against the curve of her hip. the gesture was neither timid nor overbearing, but a mark of reassurance, of something ancient and sacred.

this is the right path, íruna, he murmured, his voice softening for her alone. he straightened, his towering form beside her as he began walking again, the snow parting beneath his steady steps. through you, the gods will bring life to forneskja. through us, they will forge the future. and it will be stronger than either of us can imagine.