Neverwinter Forest rikkefaul

sólhárr watched her with a faint smirk, the golden glint of his eye catching the misty light. the hesitation in her steps, the sharp inhale that betrayed her shock at the cold—it all amused him, though not unkindly.

cold? he asked, his voice steady, a hint of teasing in its depth. his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if waiting for her to admit it or defy him.

he stood firm at the water’s edge, his imposing frame untouched by the chill of the air or the stream. it seemed as though even the cold dared not challenge him. you look as though the water might swallow you whole, he added with a low chuckle.