Neverwinter Forest winter's breath

she leans closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper meant only for callyope’s ears. yes, she begins, her glacier-blue eyes alight with joy that she can no longer contain. i as well. has sólhárr told you? rökkur and i are to wed. there is a brief pause, a flicker of nervousness as she searches her friend’s amber gaze. soon, before your own wedding. a small affair, only you and sólhárr shall come. we do not wish to take away from your big day.

íruna leans her head gently against callyope’s, savoring this moment of shared happiness. she feels a rush of affection for the woman beside her, a sister in spirit if not in blood. it is a bond she holds close to her heart, one she knows she will cherish for as long as the gods allow. two giggling girls! íruna's mother would shed tears of joy at such a sight for her strong daughter.

but then, her tone turns teasing, a playful glint in her eyes as she murmurs, tell me, seiðkona. will you bear pups this spring?