Neverwinter Forest a device, a saviour

íruna inhales deeply, the steam rising around her, wrapping her like an embrace. her icy blue gaze does not leave his for a moment, her chest rising and falling with the weight of unspoken words, the tension of something she feels burning in her chest, something she cannot name—or refuses to. the water ripples at her paws, warm and alive, but it is not the water that roots her here. it is him.

there is a fluidity in the way she moves now, a quiet grace that seems to melt into his presence. the usual strength in her posture softens, not diminished but altered, transformed into something gentler, something warmer. the space between them feels charged, thick with the weight of possibilities, but she does not speak. she does not name it. she only lets it linger, a spark unlit. when he touches her, guiding her with the faintest brush of his nose, she does not resist. instead, she tilts her head into the touch, her breath catching for just a moment before she exhales softly, as if releasing something unseen. her steps are deliberate, slow and fluid as she follows his lead, the water rising around her. it laps at her legs, her shoulders, her neck, and she feels it pulling her, cradling her as she sinks further in.

she wishes she could tell him now. the words press against her tongue, a desperate urge to reveal the truth that sits heavy in her chest. that the gods have chosen him, that their fates are entwined, that she is his, and he is hers—by divine will and no other. but she does not speak. she does not dare break the quiet sanctity of this moment. instead, she lets the water take her. it envelops her, warm and soothing, seeping into her muscles, her bones, her very being. she closes her eyes, surrendering to the water’s embrace, and in that surrender, she feels something shift within her.

íruna allows herself to be guided, trusting him wholly in a way that feels both foreign and natural. her movements are seamless, melding into his as if they are one, as if their paths have always been meant to cross and intertwine. she lets herself sink, lets herself shed the weight she carries, if only for a moment, if only in this sacred space. the warmth of the pool and the closeness of him are all that matter now, and she breathes deeply, letting the moment claim her. when she surfaces, her icy blue eyes meet his again, her breath steady now, her chest lighter. water drips from her fur, tracing the curves of her frame. instead, she looks at him, her gaze softer than it has ever been, the intensity of her emotions shining through in the quiet stillness between them.