Neverwinter Forest winter's breath

there is never too many iruna and callyope threads

íruna's silver figure moves swiftly through the soft haze of the neverwinter mist, her sharp eyes scanning the paths around heimtré’s great canopy. her steps quicken as she spots callyope ahead, a familiar golden warmth amidst the pale shadows of the forest. there is a certain lightness in her movements, though her purpose is clear. it is not heard to see that she too looks for her!

when she reaches callyope, she presses their foreheads together in a gesture of affection and solidarity. íruna pulls back slightly, motioning with her muzzle for callyope to follow. without waiting for a reply, she leads her deeper into the sacred grove of heimtré, where the whispers of their gods linger amidst the ancient roots and the soft murmurs of attending women.

so they might gossip of their men!