Neverwinter Forest kaleidoscope

and it was with thankful words that the winterking would speak, and it was with listening ears that the lorekeeper would listen. man of sun and fire sought a prayer from their night lady, calling for the man of shadows to have his own children, too, strong and honourable. at that, he smiled, having heard the implication of permission granted, should he one day wish to rear whelps of his own, with a partner that he cared for.

so it will be done, rökkur replied, thankful to know that forneskja will flourish. soon, its roots will spread and grow, rising through the earth as the seedlings of the future generations sprout, slowly, and mark forneskja a place of many wolves, both northern and not. of blood, of family, of safety. and now, a place of a union that many will look upon, that many will celebrate for the seasons to come. honoured, revered.

a firm nod, together, came his words. and so he said: goodnight, sólhárr,, before he gave the king a nudge and turning away to his den, drawing himself towards it so that he may rest, hoping for his moondreams to whisper prayers found suitable for the pair.