Neverwinter Forest winter's breath

íruna hums softly, letting her leader's warmth soak into her as if they were two fawns pressed together beneath the shelter of a great tree. her temple presses gently against callyope’s, their breaths mingling, carrying whispered promises to the gods.

it was meant to be, she echoes, her voice a quiet melody, a lullaby spun from belief and devotion. i have no doubt your son will carry the strength of your union, and i pray that my daughter will hold the wisdom of the gods within her. her tail wags faintly, the joy in her heart spilling over into the smallest of gestures.

íruna pulls back just slightly, her glacier-blue eyes glimmering with a soft smile as they meet callyope’s amber gaze.