Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

do you doubt máni? he asks, the words carrying no judgment, only a quiet curiosity.

he looks over from his position moonbathing. he is so unlike his father, but beneath the moon, he can see the resemblance from a drifting serenity. she watches, he murmurs, gaze briefly lifting to the sky before returning to luhtar. even when the clouds come.

there is no need to say more. the weight of máni’s light is enough.