Neverwinter Forest a device, a saviour

íruna stands for a moment longer, letting the cold morning air seep into her fur, grounding her. the petals nestled against her pelt are a quiet weight, a gentle reminder of the night now passed.

she exhales softly, her breath curling in the frost-bitten dawn, and turns away from the pool. without a word, she slips into the shadows of the trees, her steps steady, her path clear.

the gods have spoken, and she will follow.

exit iruna <3