Neverwinter Forest [m] wanderlily

it is a good idea, sólhárr murmured, his voice low and warm, carrying the weight of his agreement. you are a smart, smart woman, callyope. the moon surely guided me to you.

he leaned closer, his golden eye soft as it traced her misty gaze. the scouts have already gone. they carry our invitations far, to those who must be here. the wedding must be soon, my love. there is a stir in the air, and you… he paused, a rare hint of tenderness crossing his face, it is changing with the season. wed them before either feels it, just as we will do.

his tail shifted, a faint sign of his own restless joy.

as her words turned to íruna, he nodded, the corner of his mouth curling. íruna will be radiant. a winter fox or snow hare, the moon herself reflected in her. rokkur will see her as more than a daughter of our blood—he will see her as the moon’s own.

he tilted his head, considering her final wish. your mother must see her. you are right. prayers from the three of you will not only bind flesh but spirit as well. the women of moonglow and forneskja must walk as one, and it begins with us.

he reached out, brushing his nose gently against hers. this is not just a wedding, callyope. it is a binding of worlds.