Neverwinter Forest Alone—but not adrift

of course, seiðkona, íruna replies, a warm smile upon silver face. she reaches to brush paw to her sister's shoulder, a steady gesture. it would be my honor to help you. our tongue will become the language of your future, and i will see to it that you learn it well.

it is, truly, her honor.

though íruna’s demeanor is often measured, there is something about callyope’s joy that softens her. she can imagine it now—the hearth filled with warmth, the air alive with the sounds of new life and union. it is a future worth working toward, worth protecting.

you are wise to honor his roots, íruna adds, her tone thoughtful. it will strengthen the bond you share as his wife, and it will show the gods your devotion not only to him but to the path they have laid before you.