Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

he shifted, making room for luhtar to settle beside him. the stone beneath them was cold, but the glow of the moon above seemed to balance its bite.

he tilted his head slightly, his gaze following luhtar’s to the sky. sometimes, he said simply, his voice low, steady. it is quiet.

his eye flicked to the boy then, studying the faint tension still lingering in his frame, the unspoken doubt etched into his movements. not every night is full of answers, luhtar, sólhárr murmured, his tone firm but not unkind. but the máni watches, even when we cannot feel it.

he let the quiet stretch between them, offering luhtar the space to find his own thoughts beneath the moon’s watchful glow.