Neverwinter Forest rikkefaul

there is a light found in the misty haze that beams across her features at his interest in her words. "this be my mother's tongue," she shared, the water swirling around them as he acted as a barrier between the current and herself. "it mean strong man."

she'd named him for it when they first met, his appearance granting him the title. but vir fortis could be for more than just the strength found in flesh. "in my village tongue you would be known as ingwë," she shared, this word spoken prettier, softer than the sharpness of the first two. "this mean chief."

her paws found grip upon a rock beneath the surface, the frosted air no longer biting as it did when she first entered the water.