Neverwinter Forest winter's breath

she will!

and callyope cannot hold back the soft misting of her eyes now. even if it was only happiness that made them rimmed with droplets. she pressed into her treasured Læknir, forehead against her temple. there she listened to the comforting voice, the ideas of the future coming to light.

kin in spirit, one day kin in blood. it was meant to be! this she believed so fiercly.

i wish for a moon-blessed daughter that holds the spirit that you and your husband do. she mused with a smile dancing upon her features. and i will give a son as strong as a ram, as rich as the forest.

and in them might be the future of forneskja, years and years from now.