Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

it seemed that the gathering had been completed, then, and it was up to the words of sögumaðr to bind them, to bring them together as the gods foretold. he thought that maybe @Kinusi would care to sing, or to tell some of her stories when it was indubitably time to feast, as such was deserved by king and queen of forneskja, daughter of moonglow and son of such similar mountains that it felt that all of the northern pack had hailed from. a kinship that coursed through them all, a sense of familiarity.

they will bear witness, and so he nodded. bear witness, they will! for this was a moment for celebration ; an opportunity for him to grow a different association to that of the wintertime, and to instead allow himself to be enveloped by such a happiness, such a beautiful union that he could not, would not permit the invasion of countless red memories. my voice will be hers, he said. firm. resolute. she guided him, swayed the trees and let the birds sing what he needed to hear. the nights that the clouds hid her face away were sleepless, prayerless, and so he would hope that the night of their wedding would be clear, without storm nor wind in sight, a still moment of sacred union.

she will bring fertility upon those in which are blessed by her, rökkur smiled, then, knowing from callyope's words that she wished to have many. small whelps painted in ice and fire, mewling, growing, running throughout the forest just as the founders before them, growing, having children of their own someday. children that would carry on the legacy of forneskja. a dream that part of him hoped to have for himself, too. and so it is many strong, brave children that you will receive, hárkonungr. a look of knowing.