Neverwinter Forest starshine

her words resonated in the stillness between them, painting a future that neither could escape—a future forged by gods and men.

you see it now, he said softly, his voice low and deep, a rumble against the cold expanse of the night. with your children and mine, with callyope, the tapestry of forneskja will grow strong and unyielding. woven with blood, faith, and the will of the máni herself.

he brushed against her once more, his massive frame grounding hers, a silent promise of solidarity, of shared burden. they were bound by this purpose, by the weight of what lay ahead.

íruna, he murmured, his tone carrying both a command and an unspoken respect. the gods have chosen well. trust in that. trust in what we will build together.

with that, he looked ahead once more, the moonlight casting long shadows against the snow. his stride lengthened, deliberate and steady, as he led them forward into the quiet, endless night. the conversation faded with their steps, carried away by the wind, leaving only the promise of what was to come.