Neverwinter Forest winter's breath

a small, genuine smile graces her lips.

when callyope speaks of her own desires, íruna feels her chest tighten—not with worry, but with anticipation. the idea of children, of their voices filling the hearths and glades of forneskja and callyope's home village, of a future built not only on faith and duty but on love and family... it is no longer a far-off dream, but something within reach!

i will, she says softly, and her eyes shine now, bright with excitement. i would want nothing more than to share motherhood with you, seiðkona! she ushers closer, pressing her shoulder to hers and lowering her voice for only her to hear:

sólhárr has spoken of it. he wishes for one of my daughters to wed your son. we will be kin, by marriage. the thought brings a lightness to her chest, and her tail wags a little faster now.