Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

the sögumaðr’s blessings were weighty, imbued with the grace of the máni herself, and sólhárr bowed his head slightly in reverence to the moment.

your words carry the strength of the gods, rökkur, he said, his voice low and warm, the faintest flicker of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. may the máni look upon you with the same favor. may she bless you with children who will rise strong, who will honor her and forneskja with every breath.

he stepped closer, the space between them closing in a gesture of camaraderie and trust. his massive frame cast a protective shadow, but his touch was gentle as he rested a paw briefly on rökkur’s shoulder, a sign of respect and gratitude.

thank you, my friend. your voice, your faith—they are gifts to us all. this union will be bound as the gods intend, and forneskja will flourish beneath their light.

sólhárr’s gaze lifted momentarily to the heavens, as though seeking the eye of the máni herself. the light of the moon filtered through the trees, illuminating the sacred space where their union would take place. his attention returned to rökkur, resolute and unwavering.

together, we ensure her will. together, we make it so.

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