Neverwinter Forest a device, a saviour

and it is in their silent bathing that the rest of the night is spent, with rökkur leading the pale woman deeper into the waters, guiding her, keeping her safe within the scented, frigid pool. it is in stillness that they remain until the moon has worked her way down the sky. together, they exit, and rökkur is careful in sorting the twin flowers into the womans pelt, adorning her with white and yellow petals.

it is as dawn begins to turn the sky from a deep navy to a dark ruby, a muted orange and a light yellow that will transition into a typical winter blue. they depart before the stars may disappear, and it is with a nudge of his cheek against hers that he says goodbye, and murmurs quiet thanks for this shared moment that they had been able to enjoy. a moment that would not slip from his mind so easily, akin to the woman herself.

the image of her was still fresh within his mind by the time he had reached his den.

curious, then, of what might bloom from what feels to be a forming bond.

exit rokkur <3