Neverwinter Forest rikkefaul

@Velia

mist clung low over the water, a silken veil across the sacred baths. sólhárr waded into the cool creek’s flow, its brisk embrace biting yet soothing. droplets slid from his dark coat as the crisp, herb-laden air filled his lungs.

he sank deeper, the waters lapping at his shoulders, the faint scent of steeped herbs grounding him. the baths were a place of cleansing, a communion with the vættir. here, under the forest’s gaze, he shed the weight of leadership, if only briefly.

his golden eye lifted to the shore, watching the mist shift, wondering if solitude or company would greet him.