Neverwinter Forest longfur

Kalyska’s ears flicked at his question, her gaze dropping momentarily to the frosted ground. rhe weight of Sólhárr’s words pulled her thoughts to the surface—ones she’d long kept buried.  

not always she began quietly, her voice carrying the remnants of old uncertainty. healing was expected of me, skill that would make me valuable, desirable, asset the pack could trade away.  

she lifted her gaze to meet his, her hazel eyes steady now despite the memories lingering in their depths. long thought it was just that—so i  begin learn. it became way to distract from that fate.

she paused, her voice softening. but, i see the way healing holds it own power, to pull someone back from death, see new life come into world... it something sacred. something i grow to care for.